Novel & Cerita I'll Handle Them Mr President

The evening breeze pushes a strand of hair across his forehead, but he doesn't bother moving it. One hand stays buried in his pocket while his heel taps against the glass floor every ten seconds, if I count that correctly. I walk closer to him, clearing my throat. "Mr. President." He lets out a small laugh before turning to face me, making him look ten times sexier. "I'm not yet one, but I like when you call me that." Wait? Is angry bird flirting with me? "I know what's good for America, you know." I smile confidently because I know that's the trick to doing this right... believing in yourself.

Master Sean raised his hand. “Well Mr. President, we will handle it,” I spoke in his behalf. “But still, we are very sorry,” he added. A gun was suddenly pointed at the President. I was hearing the word ‘sorry’ too much it was hurting my ears. Master Sean disliked that very much. For him, that word was degrading and a measly payment people give for their mistakes. He could never accept a sorry. “Master Sean doesn't want to hear that word,” Master Sean's finest staff lowered his gun.

The company turned into a big barbecue party as his boss grilled everyone in each meeting he had with the staffs this morning. "Venus, what happened to President Rean? He was alright yesterday, but now... he is so scary." One of the employees called out Venus; his voice sounded terrified, almost crying. He sighed as he cannot say that their President is angry at the news site who posted Anna's fake scandal. He then gave them the best advice he could think of, "He's REALLY not in a good mood today, so just try your best not to run into him." The rest of the staff listening to him can only pray that they will not face President Rean's wrath. They also hope that he will be in a good mood tomorr

Calvin swallowed hard, his throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. The text message glowed on his screen like a brand. "Mr. Vance, I think I have to attend to some important issues right now," he managed to say, his voice tight and unnatural. "It concerns the entire state, something regarding the border security protocols we discussed. I beg to rectify it now and report back to you later." President Vance, still focused on a map of the peace treaty zones, waved a dismissive hand. "Sure, you can leave. Handle it."

"I cannot. I really can't." "Emma…" Cameron started. "No." Emma held up a hand. "I just need one minute." She pressed both hands flat on the table and breathed. "Okay, okay. I'm good. I'm fine. But I swear to God, if I get a hold of that man I will make him regret every single day of his miserable life. But that is tomorrow's problem, right now." She turned to me, cupped my face in both hands. "Right now we are dealing with tonight. Okay?"

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for the actions of an obsessed man who can’t handle rejection. This is on him. Only him.” Derek clears his throat from the doorway. “I have something. Might help.”

"I'm not busy. Is there anything I can do for you?" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help rubbing their eyes and ears, looking at their Mr. President in disbelief. They couldn't imagine that the gentle tone at the moment came from their Mr. President's mouth. There were also a few attentive people who soon realized that not only was the president's tone gentle, but there was also a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. Every word he said was full of affection in his eyes. "Okay, I'll get someone to deal with it right away. Don't worry, you have to be obedient over there. Pay attention to your health."

In anger, I spit on the man’s face and he quickly whirls around, snags the taser gun from his fellow, and pummel it on my belly. “Ahhh….” I hoot in agony as the pain radiates through me. M baby!! Shivering, I try to clutch my hand over my aching belly but I can’t. Tears rain down my face and I spit. “You’re suppose to protect me!” He literally chuckles at my outburst. “Sorry sweety, the president comes first before anything else.” At that revelation, my eyes go wide in shock. Did he just say the president? Mae’s father?

He further sent his apologies and condolences to those who had lost their loved ones as a result of the monsters who had been secretly living among them. As the president headed out his assistant's mobile rang, he got away from the crowd before handing over the mobile to the President as they got back inside the building. "Your speech was rather assuring, do you think you have the power to deliver all that you have promised?" Josen asked. "Excuse me but who is it that I'm talking to?"Mr Malcolm asked. "I thought you have been seeking me for a long time now, it seems you and your people are comfortable." Josen said. The president held the phone away from his ear before he whispered to his ass

"Don't start up about President Obama." Mr. Jameson huffed. "Barack Obama is our President. It don't matter if you voted for him or not. Now that he's in office he's our Commander and Chief. Your brother risks his life for his boss; and that's the President, as well as for all us Americans. You don't talk against the President of the United States in my house!" Mr. Jameson glared at his daughter and when he didn't receive a response he tried to stand up. "Where's my belt?! You go get my belt right this instant, young lady! You have been asking for a butt whupping all evening!" Alma's face reddened as her eyes grew big. Her father pointed angrily to the house. "Go on. Get!"