I'll Handle Them Mr President Novels & Stories

~~~ When the president spotted Trey and his family approaching, he greeted them with an air of authority. Craig stood up, taking Michelle’s hand and leading her forward as if presenting her to royalty. “Mr. President,” Trey said, extending his hand with a practiced smile. “Mr. Collins. Glad to see you,” the president responded, shaking Trey's hand with a firm grip that spoke of years in leadership. “Same here,” Trey replied, gesturing towards Martina. “You’ve already met my wife, Martina Collins.”

A bottle of whiskey and two untouched glasses sat on the table between us. I strode forward. “Mr. President,” I greeted smoothly, taking a seat opposite him. He nodded, offering me a measured smile. “Jesse.” A brief silence settled over the room before I spoke again. “Apologies for leaving my own banquet without notice. That was… discourteous of me.” The president let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “No need to apologize. You and I both know those events are nothing but social obligations. What matters is that you’re here now.”

His gaze sought Kathy's over the volunteer's head, and Kathy returned his gaze unblinkingly. He turned to Kellion and repeated his apologies. Kellion shook his head. " You know we all understand. I'll handle this. You have someone else to look after. " His lips twisted, and his voice was uncharacteristically hard as he said. " Kathy told me herself she doesn't need my help. " Kellion gazed at him oddly. " I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but whatever it is... " The president's voice was blunt. " you sound like an asshole. "

Lerina lowered her head and turned around. "Wait!" Han suddenly said. "What's wrong sir?" asked Lerina; she had turned to face the president again. "Mmm, looks like this room isn't clean enough," Han said as he poked his desk with his fingertips. "Should I call the cleaners?" Lerina immediately asked. "Mmm, n-no need. I think you can clean it up yourself. Quickly grab the tools and clean all the furniture in my room!" What? Is my rank down now? Lerina took a breath and threw it away roughly, she had gone downstairs to get cleaning tools, and now she was standing outside the door.

"If you can't even handle this, just resign. I will find a better one to replace you..." Mike instantly snapped, "No sir, no need for that. I'm on it..." ***********

The president gave a low cough, one that signified clearly that he was about to give a speech. “As we all know, I was sick recently and I came to clear the air, I will be taking back on the position as the president. And to Lucas, I appreciate you stepping up temporarily while I was sick but that won't be needed anymore as I'll be putting in someone else there soon.” The president's words caught me off guard. Lucas released a shocked gasp, his eyes widened.

I said, genuinely perplexed. “Indeed we are not acquainted. However, I'm well informed about you.” He replied. “And how do you know about me?” I inquired. “Miss Grace, we're merely squandering time having this insignificant conversation, and I do not have so much time to spare. So I'll just get straight to business” he responded in a serious tone. I didn't appreciate his way of speaking. He is the one who encroached in my hospital room uninvited, and now he was trying to assert his will.

So, the President—who was known for being compose in the face of adversity—almost tripped when he hurried his footsteps to get the phone from his butler. It was the butler of the Old Man who answered the call. The President respectfully asked for the Old Man in which he did not have to wait for long. By the next moment, a deep rough voice sounded from the other side of the call. “Mr. President, this old man has a small request to your office.” Vulcan Elijah skipped the formalities and all bullshits. The President’s grip on the phone tightened, chill crawled down his wet back, and he gulped so silently. “Sir Elijah, may I ask what request do you need? The Office of the President will always s

Yelena warned the Secretary, who in turn glared at her. "How dare you!!!" President Donald Smashed the file in his hand on the table. Yelena and Halle gasped at his outburst but their Boss remained indifferent as usual. Korin on the other hand was scared of nothing except his Boss's anger so he didn't flinched. "You will like to sit or do you want me to make you?" President Cage finally had enough of everything, he glared at President Donald, who immediately sat. Everyone knows of The Legendary President Cage's Anger.

The Board was assembling. The President stood up, donned his midnight-blue uniform, and adjusted his silver cufflinks. He looked like the monster the world expected him to be. But as he reached down to help Thalynn up, his touch was as gentle as a summer breeze. "Ready, Co-Director?" Lucian asked, his eyes burning with a dark, triumphant light. Thalynn fastened his own collar, hiding the fresh, raw mark of the claim. He looked at his reflection—the "Genius subordinate " was gone. In his place was a partner. "Ready, President."