Gentleman Mha Novels & Stories

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

However, I'm always doing those things, so it come easy to do. John took my hand and led me to the main room everyone should be chatting before the meal is ready to be served. "There they are. the board members. Let's go before they get too busy talking to someone else," John said. We approached 6 men wearing tailored suits, all dressed in black. "Good evening sirs," John began to say. "Good evening," I said next. One of the men that were tall, built with pepper hair spoke. "Good evening. I'm Richard Cohen and who might you be? His attention went straight to me, ignoring John's presents. John cleared his throat. "I'm John Henderson. I work as an Identity and Access Management Engineer at the

Her eyes were burning daggers into the accountant. Mr Hemist coughed, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mr Wellman. Alexander Hemsworth. The founder of the Hemsw—" He caught himself, flinching as he felt Madison’s gaze sear through him. He swallowed hard and corrected himself. "The founder of... the Wellman Estate," but the name Hemsworth was already out, hanging in the air like a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

there were 3 more people already waiting in the room, once all settled down, Anuj introduced them as the architect and the contractors. The architect was a very renowned person and a master of his field with various unique international projects heralded by him, Mr. James Coleman. When he shook hands with Mahira she felt a sense of disgust as she felt his middle finger stroke the centre of her palm during the handshake, she looked at him in disbelief. James held his gaze on Mahira for a few more seconds than required, she felt like he eye stripped her right under the boss’s nose. Mahira looked away in disapproval.