Gordon X Henry Novels & Stories

And he would not allow anyone else to speak ill of her. “Fire them,” Henry said. The assistant hesitated. “Sir, the prosecutors are auditing our taxes. The finance department is already short staffed…” Henry ignored him and strode toward the parking area outside. “The company won’t collapse without a few of them.” Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Jordan family villa. Henry went inside. As he changed his shoes, he asked the house staff, “Has Xenia eaten?” “No, sir. Madam has stayed in the master bedroom all day and hasn’t come downstairs. She didn’t eat lunch or dinner. When I brought the food up, she said she had no appetite and told me to take it away.”

No one dare to raise their head until Gordon commanded them to rise. Gordon is 6ft 3 tall, beastly built man. He has deep nut brown almond shaped eyes void of any kind of emotion, wavy black hair with highlighted silver strand and tapered hairlines brushed up. His has a square face with clean shaved sharp jawline, straight nose with a slight hump and perfect full lips which is always pressed together to form a thin, tight line. His beastly muscular curves visible through his light blue dress shirt and dark blue pant. His fair skin is lightly tan mostly due to the Sun exposure. All his movement tend to communicate dominance and authority. “Son, I have missed you, so much.” Stated Maxwell tear

“You sound just like Fletcher. Henry isn’t a bad guy. He works as a stockbroker. He’s one of the world's top five stock brokers. Henry is good at buying cheap and selling high. I think it’s the predator of our animal side, makes us more attentive and competitive.” ‘Or he is doing some insider trading’ I think, but I don’t say it. I don’t feel like being antagonistic tonight if I can help it. Instead, I say, “Interesting theory. I guess I can see how that might come into play.” Wel walk into an enormous room with the biggest dining room table I’ve ever seen. Food is on the table and everyone is sitting. I take a seat near Margo. The food looks and smells delicious. “Thank you girls for cookin

The fact that he had told Anna to meet him tomorrow rather than asking how she was and making sure she got to her car safely. Henry went to his grandfather’s house in Hertfordshire. It was the first property that his grandfather bought years ago when he had inherited the family business from his father and expanded it. The family business would be mostly run by his cousin now, the business savvy one in the family. The family wealth was protected and managed by one of the top hedge fund management companies in the world and monitored by their attorney cousin George. In fact Henry was the only one that wasn’t contributing much to continuing the family dynasty. But he needed the money to pursue

“Hello, this is Yarden Wilson. I have some information about Lawson Corp’s financial issues. You might find it very interesting.” At the bar, Henry kept downing shot after shot of hard liquor. The friends who once called themselves brothers avoided him one by one. They did not even answer his calls. ‘Friends…’ he thought of Xavier and let out a bitter laugh. What a fool! He had been played like a puppet in their hands. “Mr. Lawson, you shouldn’t drink anymore,” the bartender said cautiously. Henry ignored him. He opened another bottle of whiskey despite the warning. The liquid flowed slowly. The cold burn of alcohol scorched his throat, but it could not put out the fire of regret in his hear

"Alright, I'm going to use the bathroom." Henry stood up and went out. On his way out, he met Alex, who was there for a meal. Alex saw Henry and exclaimed happily, "Mr. Truman, it's you! I thought I made a mistake. "Here's a bottle of fine wine that a friend recently purchased. It's a fine wine, aged for 50 years. Please take it and try." Recent significant events revealed Henry's unusual and terrifying background. Alex had learned about the Seltzer family, the Brandon Group, and his relationship with Jensen Young.

Just a while ago, Henry witnessed the entire farce unfold before his eyes. After watching Liam walk away with Elizabeth, a mischievous impulse stirred within him. As soon as he saw Gwyneth finish her conversation with a CEO, he swiftly approached her. "Ms. Glen, I'm Henry Munroe, the CEO of Euphoria Entertainment. It's been a while since I've heard your name. I'm genuinely thrilled to meet you today," he said. Upon hearing Henry's official and slick greeting, Gwyneth had already given him a low rating, though she found him somewhat presentable.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

"Come now, Mr. Xinder. Also, it's been so long… You've really done well for yourself!" Gina was smiling as she clink glasses with the middle-aged man. "Come over, Helen—this is Mr. Hardy Xinder. He used to chase me around!" "Oh, come on." Hardy chuckled. "You really don't have to mention such ancient history." "Mr. Xinder." Helen greeted him tamely and clinked glasses with him too. His eyes narrowed at her as he asked, "What's wrong? You seem so distracted." "Oh, what else could it be?"

Henry Cole was sixty-five, showing the demeanor of someone who had seen it all and had no time for trivialities. His graying hair was meticulously combed back, his tailored suit was impeccable, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched sternly on the bridge of his nose, making him look both scary and unreadable. Years of experience lined his face, but there was also a sharpness in his eyes that suggested a man who brooked no nonsense. Brandon knocked gently on the door and was promptly ushered in. Henry was seated behind his desk, surrounded by neatly stacked files and several screens displaying complex data streams. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up from his work.