I'll Handle Them Mr President Novels & Stories

Henry was not an important figure despite his excellent medical skills. Madison was still a bit concerned. She did not want to cause Henry problems, so she said, "Mr. Truman—" "Please call me Henry," Henry replied immediately. "Alright. Henry, I appreciate your help. However, those cunning individuals have no mercy; their actions will be devilish. We should forget about it; I don't want to cause any problems for you." "Them? Don't worry. If they dare to take any action, I have many options for dealing with them."

“—this is James Olympia. James this is well, you know.” James was still nodding blankly, but the President laughed and extended a hand. “Good to meet you, James.” “You too, sir . . . I mean . . . Mr. President,” he stammered, mid-shake. Another warm smile and the older man looked between the two of them. “You better take care of this beautiful young woman. She’s very special.” James swallowed the clog in his throat—or attempted to, anyway. “Yes, Mr. President, she is. And I will.”

I flinch back and pulled away from the President on hearing his voice "What are you doing here?" I ask angrily, how dare he? After all, he said to me "Let's go," He said ignoring me, as he tuck his hand in his pant pocket "Hmmm" I huff, arrogant peacock "I'm sorry to disappoint you I'm not coming with you cause the last time I checked, I was nobody to you" I retorted back "Aqua!!" "Well news flash" I smirk and walk beside the President "Finally I've found someone who treats me right" I smile looking at the president and he winked at me

I said with a smirk. His arms went around me and then I felt his body tremble. "I'm sorry," I said apologetically. He shook his head. "I will handle this matter. You have no say in it." "As long as you don't commit murder, President Wade." I smiled sadly at him. Burying my face in his neck, I settled in and said, "Let's sleep. We shall discuss everything later. I am tired." He needed the rest and so did I.

He looked pale and was sweating. "Sir!" Cole cried. "Thank goodness. This woman and this man are making a scene..." SLAP! The sound was sharp and loud. Mr. Harrison had slapped his HR Head across the face. "Sir...?" Cole whispered, holding his cheek. "I know everything, Cole!" the President yelled, his voice shaking. "The man you just insulted... he is our most important client!" He turned to Arine and bowed his head. "Mr. Malhotra... I am so sorry."

"But I haven't finished it all!" William paused to give Vincent an assuring smile. "It's okay. I'll handle all of these from here." He really took the papers to his table and starts sorting them for him to keep. "Let's go home for now so you can have a rest." The president added without turning his head to the other. "But what about---" Vincent wasn't able to finish what he was about to say when William interrupted him. "I told you, I'll take care of this." He stops whatever he's doing to glance in Vincent's way. "And besides, I might be able to finish this tonight so I'll continue working when we got back."

Henry came inside asking, "What are you doing here? Are you going to steal something from here?" I laughed and said, "Stealing is not my area of expertise, it's yours." He grabbed my collar, "You're still a split (snake tongue) mouth as before." The president came, "Why are you still fighting like kids? Henry, go and bring Mr Yuto here." "Yes, Dad."He left the cabin. "Have a seat.", The president offered and continued, "I've decided something before asking you." "What is it Mr president?" "Henry will be joining your company from next month and you have to take care of him for me. And don't let them know that Henry is my son"

I said. Chairs slid back into place in unison. Without missing a beat, Langston spoke. “Mr. President, thank you for joining us. I believe we are all aware of why we’re here tonight.” I leaned back. Calm, composed and dangerous. “I’m not sure I do,” I replied smoothly. “If you’re referring to the chaos that took place at the Old Subway Park, I believe that falls well within the capabilities of the presidency to handle. Hardly something that warrants a full summon to the Oval Room.”

Willa pushed her popcorn bucket to me after I returned from the kitchen from washing my hands. "Yes, every one besides him." I threw some balls into mouth. "Your man?" "Who?" I didn't want to think she just called Havoc my man. "The president." "He'll never be that. My man won't outrightly say he hates my designs and goes ahead to threaten to fire me if I'm a second late in bringing them to him on the day and time convenient for him." I said in a single breath, getting angry all over again. "Woah, calm down, baby. Did you guys fight? To be honest, I was expecting to hear something different about him judging from what happened on Saturday."

"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri