I'll Handle Them Mr President Novels & Stories

Thus, he too… “What would you do if you thought with your d*ck, Mr. President?” Jay’s lips twitched as he replied with a double entendre, “Aren’t you my care worker? You should know what to do, right?”

he says going silent, for a couple seconds. "Now, let's start with your president, he had to go, we're not even sorry for that, he's one low key human who was planning on another great war, to steal all your money and make an island for the rich as their resort, of course some of the low clase would stay alive, every royalties need their servents, we tried to talk to him, but he went down the violent street and had to be put down," William says talking about the president as if he's some kind of feral animal.

One of the workers says slowly as if she's afraid their president would hear his voice. " Hahaha. .. okay . I will ask Mr President . So everyone back to your work now . I have something to do here . " Henry have many things to do but well he will ask Mr Eric to ask Mr President about the workers suggestions. Indeed he is also still afraid to their Mr President anger.

“ I think so too, I haven’t seen her with the CEO before “…. What are you guys talking about? Just then the General Managers voice rang out and the group who has been gossiping now stopped talking and focused on their work. *** The elevator opened and Nathan walked out heading to his office. “Good morning President Robinson,” Henry, Nathan assistant greeted him . “Hmm,” Nathan answered .”prepare a cup of coffee and bring it to my office .” “Okay boss ,” Henry replied and walked away. Once inside, Nathan dropped his briefcase on the table, removed his jacket and walked toward the window lost in thought.

He smirks "They had it coming" "I will send you the bill once I'm done. Let's not ever meet again, Mr. President" *******************************************

I shouted not caring if the President could hear me. I’m so tired and pissed off. I have never had any issue with the President since we signed an exclusive contract , the breach of agreement being from my own is pretty fucked up. “Gentle men , stay calm while I handle this and make sure no one gets a hint of what’s happening down at the masquerade ball!” I barked, removing my tuxedo and tossing it to the ground, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my shirt before rolling the sleeves.

"Don't call him by his name anymore. It feels intimate and I don't like it. You should be addressing him as Mr. President!" Serene said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. If you don't want me to, then I won't." This man was really childish. She didn't need to argue with him. Jackie added, "I don't want to see him." Serene really had no way to deal with this man's occasional tantrums. She shook her head helplessly and said, "You go first. Get those things done. I promise to do whatever you want after that." Jackie smiled wickedly and said, "Serene, you said it yourself. Don't go back on your words when the time comes."

I was a mess. “I am not going anywhere until I’ve spoken to you,” she said stubbornly as I chuckled with a sad smile. Who did she think she was? I was the fucking president, I did not need any of this. “I know what I did was wrong and I have fully accepted it, and I deserve this treatment.

He was in a fever mode this time. He opened his mouth to speak, but his hands stopped him. They were controlling him, so he closed his lids. He prayed to God to help him increase his confidence like always. He needed Josh Anderson right then—the spiritual, powerful version of him. He opened his lids. He performed a smile for the audience. Confusion struck their blazing eyes. “Hello everyone. I think all of you knew me as the school’s Mr. President,” he said into the mic. His hand trembled within the touch of the metal.

"Sorry for your inconvenience, Sir. They will arrive in two minutes. We can immediately process the signing as soon as they arrive." Edmund's brows furrowed deeper. He wondered why the man said "they". Was the president of Elles Investment more than one person? Or did the driver count too? "I hope you don't forget that my time is limited. If your president is not here in five minutes, I have to leave the contract without signing." Mr. Cage nodded. "Understood, Sir." However, not even a minute later, a young man came. His smile was wide. His footsteps seemed light. Even though his appearance was neat, his gesture was not like a mysterious president who deliberately hid his identity.