Henry Miller Dsaf Novels & Stories

The receptionist maintained her professional smile as she was about to call the executive office to ask about admitting the visitor. Just then, Duncan's assistant Henry Miller walked through the main entrance. Henry had a refined, scholarly appearance in his tailored Brooks Brothers suit, carrying an air of casual confidence. He was holding several document folders when the receptionist called out to him. "Mr. Miller, would you mind attending to this gentleman? He's the CEO of Spencer Corporation, here to visit Mr. Duncan. However, I don't have any record of a scheduled appointment from Spencer Corporation."

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I said, trying to sound composed. Dane’s expression turned serious. “I’m afraid there’s nothing to be done, Mia. She broke our laws and must face the consequences.” “But surely there’s something we can do,” I pleaded, my eyes meeting his. “She doesn’t deserve to die.” Dane’s gaze softened, and he leaned even closer. “I understand how you feel, Mia,” he said gently. “But sometimes, we must make tough decisions for the greater good.” The way he said my name again, with such tenderness and understanding, made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, despite the danger and mystery that surrounded him.

She read the headline and held herself from vomiting right away. 'Sources say that multi-billionaire James Miller was the one responsible for the deaths of his parents when he was a kid, did he kill them?' Trembling Becky switched the news and what appeared on that one was even worse. 'James Miller has a mental disorder and is obsessed with women's slavery'

"You're here, Mr. Styles!" Henry Styles nodded. "Something's happened, and I had to discuss it personally with you." Naturally, Bob Miller knew Henry Styles was here to discuss the matters concerning Mico Styles and Jimmy Miller. He reached his arm out and suggested, "Mr. Styles, please head in. We can talk about it there."

Dalton After I put Layla to bed, I return immediately to the shed. I look down at the dead man with a mix of pity and rage. He’s not much older than me. He was handsome, with blond hair and eyes that used to be blue. But now, they’ve started to decay into his skull. The skin is flayed from his fingers, revealing bone, but the rest of him is in surprisingly good shape considering how long he’s been here. I remember him. Henry, that was his name. Henry Swanson, from Mississippi, an architect apprentice who never made it back after traveling here to visit his girlfriend.

"Jason," Mr. Miller greets smoothly, patting him on the shoulder with practiced charm. "I see you’ve already been acquainted with Danika. She’s one of the most desired girls this year." Jason nods, his grin stretching wider as his eyes flicker to me. "I can see why. You've curated a good list this year—it's definitely improving. How’s Henry?" Mr. Miller laughs, the sound hollow and clipped. "My boy’s doing well. Top of his class again this year. He’s heading off to Velmorian Dominion University next year."

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

He kissed her forehead, silently promising this was only their beginning. Nearby, under another set of twinkling lights, Damian and Millie sat on a thick rug by the firepit. Millie watched as Damian retrieved a small gift from behind him. Millie asked, What’s this? Damian handed it over with a playful look. Open it and see, Davenport. She raised an eyebrow at the nickname but eagerly unwrapped it, revealing a thick leather-bound sketchbook with creamy pages and a sleek black pen tucked inside. She touched the cover reverently. It’s beautiful.

***** ~Time skips After 5 minutes, a black Maserati halted in front of me. I saw Henry waving at me making me chuckle at his childishness. "Get in, let's go" He unlocked the door. I got inside. "When did you came? And who's car is this?" I asked him while putting on the seatbelt. "First answer- Around 7. Second answer- This car belongs to the Miller Co. but I got a call from your overprotective husband. He had ordered me to be your chauffeur. So, I will be the one driving you to the venue"