Romans & histoires Herzog

"Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?" I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?" "Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites."

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

Holly watched the limited-edition luxury limousine speed away at breakneck speed. She shook her head gently and got into her car. As soon as she was in, her phone suddenly rang. She eyed the screen and saw that it was an unknown number. An elderly male voice sounded after the call was connected, "Hello, Ms. Sinclair. My name is Kieran Zook." Holly was momentarily stunned. She had heard about that name. Kieran was known as a genius director in the country who had directed many blockbuster movies. Almost all of his movies had won international awards.

Chase: I slept great, thanks for asking I blushed, noticing that Amber-Rose was peering over my shoulder to look at my phone. "Who is that?!" She screeches attempting to grab the phone but I jumped back too quickly. I start to run from her until I see a familiar black Lamborghini parked nearby. I run to the car with Amber-rose and go over to the driver's side smiling as Chase rolls down the window. "What are you running from?" He asks as he sees me panting with a smile on my face "I-" "You better not have a boyfriend Nadine!" I hear Amber-Rose growl as she approaches

Her head was covered in the hood but her long brown hair fell out the sides and down her stomach. So simple but yet she still managed to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. "Hey, you're twenty minutes early. Also, don't mind Leah - she's just paranoid." She muttered distractedly. "Purple haze? Where did you find this? Dealers don't just sell this to anybody." Yurik asked leaning down to pick up a small amount between his fingers and studying it closely. I tilted my head to the side watching them interact - everything suddenly felt...normal, more normal than it should.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

I shrugged while scrolling on the man’s profile, “Why are you having an interest in him then?” My hands stopped. I looked at Chris and Clark playing chess to our right before turning it over to Tara. “Can’t I just stalk him without having an interest?” She raised her right brow, shooting me an intriguing look. “Dear, that’s why you creep up on that man because you are interested!” I just rolled my eyes and brought them again in front of the laptop. I almost screech when my eyes landed on that Zygo and his biography. Damn, he’s the owner of ZF Hotel. Also known as the CEO of the top-rated Modelling Company in the City.

A faint sigh escaped her lips, a manifestation of her unspoken concern for Ava's well-being. Just as Chloe's exit seemed imminent, the tendrils of fate wove an encounter with Freya, a matriarchal figure whose influence extended beyond mere titles. Freya's inquiry, a blend of maternal concern and pragmatism, danced upon her lips, "Has Alexander had something to eat this morning?" Chloe's response was laced with a touch of uncertainty, a reflection of the boundaries that separated her purview from the broader scope of the household dynamics, "I'm not quite sure, ma'am."

Rasmus nods, and leans forward to kiss me, as if that would hide the tears that are threatening to fall. “Perfect” he mutters. Then, as we look down at Flavian, who’s watching us carefully “Gregers” “Huh?” “Flavian Lars Gregers Lyksborg.” “Do you know a Gregers?” I ask, confused. “No. But it means ‘alert; watchful’ and look at him.” I smile. The door creaks open slowly, just a touch. “Orianna Lisette Sofie Lyksborg!” hisses from the other side. “What have you been told about knocking before entering?”