Novel & Cerita First Order Of Business

real. I got to the office. Nodded at people. Smiled when I had to. Kept looking for her. One glimpse. One smile. Anything. Nothing. I headed to my office. Set up the Zoom. Some bullshit about shipping costs and bulk orders. I nodded. Jotted notes. Pretended to care. Well I did care, it was my business. "Good morning, everyone." We talked numbers. Margins. Logistics. I pushed for triple the next order. They smiled. Agreed.

I tell him, “Get her set up in a bedroom, make sure she's comfortable. Then meet me in my study. We've got business to discuss…" First impressions matter, especially when you’re trying to salvage your reputation from the toilet bowl it’s been flushed down to. Step one: clean up my act. It’s time to dust off my suit and put on my game face. I've got to look the part if I’m gonna convince everyone I’m still top dog.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Aaron hastily checked his watch as he hurried onto the elevator to go to his office. He had to be back at the hospital. He'd hated not being there when she woke up but he needed to sort a few things out at the office. He was going to make his way there soon after. But what he hadn't been expecting was a full office that morning. It was too early he'd thought. Aaron owned the whole building but only a few people were permitted on his office level, the highest level. And that list didn't have more than 5 people on it.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

NOAH I’ve always liked the way the Order keeps their workers in the loop when it comes to new and old cases. They send a new text everyday—updates about an old case, information on the new ones. Orderly. I liked it. Gets me in the mood for work instantly. Today, however, the familiar ping from my phone which notifies me of their text doesn’t send a thrill down my spine. In fact, I’m more than tempted to throw my phone across the room the moment I read the contents of said text.

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

“Focus on the now. Focus on getting the Bright Waters. That’s what matters. Everything else can wait.” I nod, though the doubts still linger at the edges of my mind. But Permiton is right. I can’t afford to worry about what might happen. Right now, I need to focus on the task at hand. We need to save my mother. We need to get the Bright Waters, and that’s all that matters. With a deep breath, I push myself to my feet. “We should get going,” I say, trying to shake off the exhaustion. “The barrier will hold while we’re gone.”

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

Emma Pov Early the next day Mrs Daniel delivered a message along with a fresh pair of flats, denim jeans and a black hoodie per my request I made the night before. Nicholas had suggested that we have breakfast before we departed. I brushed my hair into a messy curly pony, whatever that is, and then left the room looking at my ass for the final time. Descending the stairs Nicholas stood at the bottom with his phone to his ear. "I got the report so I am aware of what took place. That matter would be gone before the day finishes. You know my tolerance for bullshit is low. I have a separate, delicate matter to deal with." He looked up at me with a grin and hung up the phone.