I'll Handle Them Mr President Novels & Stories

He had been thinking about a number of things, and he didn’t want to add this to it just yet. But since it had come to meet him, he might as well just get it over with. “I don’t know what you were thinking, Rodriguez,” the President started, his tone carrying the threatening tinge Anders had gotten immune to over the years. “But I’m going to excuse your actions since you’ve always been a well-behaved man.” Anders scoffed. “Well-behaved man?”

Principal Wilson looked next to Jayden and Jonie. “I understand you saw the need to take matters into your own hands, but let’s remember there are protocols to handling things. As president, I expect you to be less irrational and impulsive. Someone could’ve gotten seriously hurt if your fight had escalated. In future, you’ll follow the correct channels and make the reports, am I understood?” “Yes, sir,” they said in unison. Neither was particularly repentant for the role they’d played, thus neither bothered to offer an apology. Were he less preoccupied with the final two, he may have noticed the glaring omission.

"Hello there, are you here to support your husband? What a lovely and caring wife you got there, Mr. Gray. I remember my wife." I smiled again. "Thank you, sir." I glanced at Terrence and took a deep sigh before I spoke again. "We're sorry for the inconvenience. We have not prepared anything for this presentation. Everything you need to hear will be verbally presented by my husband." One of the men, who looked younger and arrogant, raised his arm. "I'd prefer it better if you present it, Mrs. Gray." Me? He's an asshole, obviously! I smiled. "My husband is the President, Sir."

The air snapped tight again, and neither of us said another word for a long time. “I have some things to do at work,” he said, his tone light but filled with sarcasm, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. “You know… president duties. Meetings, phone calls, signing papers that decide the fate of multibillion dollar companies. That sort of thing.” I raised an unimpressed brow. “Right. Of course. Mr. President.” He gave a slow, exaggerated nod, pretending to adjust an invisible tie. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Alan Grayson, President of Grayson Holdings. I should probably start practicing my speech voice too. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, it’s an honor to...”

I blurted out instantly without having any damn idea of his words, " What??" He stepped near me and spoke nonchalantly, " Your knee is hurt. It should be treated quickly." I blinked twice confusedly and tried to register his words in my head! Wait, did we come all the way to treat my injuries? My face stiffed shyly at his generous act as I denied politely, " Mr President, it's just some little bruises. You didn't have to bother taking me in here. I will apply some ointment on it."

We will not only cut his wings, but we will rip his rotten soul out and feed it to the vouchers. "You don't need to worry. This is nothing. And there is absolutely nothing that Ajay can not pull through. These people will make noise for a while but they will do nothing. I will shut them up, like I always do." He affirms, aiming to appall me, but not even a muscle in me twitches. "Really? Are you pretty sure that even the president is just but making noise, or are you trying to console yourself again because you know you can't control this? You are scared, aren't you?" I challenge.

“Mr. President, it's just some minor cuts and bruises. You shouldn’t have bothered bringing me here. I can just apply some ointment to them.” He narrowed his gaze down at me and said, “If you’re so worried about the inconvenience, you should have reconsidered jumping in front of that fucking truck, Miss Young. I don't want any one accusing me that I don’t know how to take care of my employees. Don’t you know what that could do to my reputation?”

Linda said, "Wait until you've worked for the president a while, then you'll understand everything." As a secretary, it's about considering everything for the boss, understanding his schedule and preferences, and being proactive. Judy gave a thumbs up and then took the documents to the president's office. Indeed, twenty-five minutes. Not a minute more or less. Judy made the coffee, and Lewis's footsteps came from behind. Judy bowed her head and offered the coffee with both hands: "Good morning, President." Lewis took it and said, "It seems Linda has trained you well. Tidy up the bookshelf; it's a bit messy."

I gently knocked on his door as I awaited his response. “Come in,” I heard before opening the door. “Good morning sir,” I greeted, bowing my head a little. "It’s nice having you back here, trust me the hospital missed you. But you have to make sure what happened the last time doesn’t repeat itself.” He said firmly. “It won’t sir,” I affirmed. "The President seem to handle your case personally. When did you get acquainted with him?" The director asked, his eyes filled with more questions. " I-"

I said but he handed me a cup of my favourite yoghurt. "are you trying to bribe me with this? If yes, you've succeeded," I said as I started to down the cold drink. "Don't worry about being stressed also, we'll be using a private airplane and you'll have medical attention throughout the ride." "As long as you'll be there with me, I guess I'm fine," I said and turned to the TV as I could almost imagine kitty's reaction if she was here. She would have gone something like, "This is the president, do you know how busy be is? he literally has all the world's business in his hands yet you're being this controlling," and I'd have rolled my eyes and said, "the pretty man doesn't mind."