I'll Handle Them Mr President Novels & Stories

I asked humorously and the president replied, "Why should I think about that when you have my life in your hand" "I could kill you right now because you have my own whole life in your hands too. Now hand over my phone to me or you'll regret what I'm going to do to you." "I wanna regret it, honey," the president muttered with a laugh and I shook my head. "Last time, give my phone back to me!" I uttered and he shook his head. "Do your worst, you can threaten me as you like, I don't care," he said, shutting his eyes and slouching on the car seat while I watched him.

It's magnetizing. "Entertainment?" He asked in a deep timbre. "Y-Yeah?" "Tss, I didn't knew secretary have to entertain their boss." Oh shit. So we don't really do that? "Then fine, erase that part—" "I change my mind. As a president I want you to entertain me." I blink several times with his mood swings. "So? How do I do it?" "Strip." There was a long silence before I digest the idea. My brows knitted with a nose secreting smoke from my hit head. I didn't answered him, instead I grip a magazine and throw it to him that he quickly dodge.

"You cowered. Just a few soldiers and you panick and start calling out wrong numbers? Do you have any idea how much money we've lost?" "You don't raise your voice at me I'm still the president!" Mr Henny retorted. When he saw the other party calm down, he continued, "I know I messed up and you and the partners have all the reason to be mad. But there's still a chance next year when-"

President. His voice was emotionless. He just said, 'Don't talk to that shit girl, Mr. President. You stink.' It's like that's how it used to be for me. Worse, there is a woman anchored on his arm! And they had lunch together, kafaaaal! I'm tired of bringing lunch even though I'm sick, then I'll find out that he has a lunch date! It's just a mother!

He utters his slogan with a smile that chills my bones before a group of fifteen men in black follow with my luggage. "Was it necessary to bring your goons?" The president asks through gritted teeth, with his smile still wide. "I'm sorry they insisted." "Pathetic, how can you not know how to say no? Do you realise how this makes me look?" With that he turns, face still smiling. I'm glad Mari and Luca are asleep. It's one thing to pretend to be timid in front of the president, but it's another for my kids to hear how he speaks to people.

“The President says that you keep it. He had already readied it with applications so don’t be surprised why the box seal is broken.” I shook my head slowly. “No, I can’t take this. This is just too much,” I complained not realizing that I said it to the wrong man. Mr. Ian gave me a kind smile and stated, “I guess you will have to tell that to President Erik himself, Madame.” “Is he inside his chamber now?” I asked directly, feeling like doing it ASAP. This kind of gift just makes me feel uneasy. In no way am I going to sleep peacefully tonight if this isn’t returned to him.

I have so many work on my desk that needs my attention but for the past weeks I haven’t been myself so I couldn’t work properly so slacking off was impossible for me. By the time my driver and assistant showed up, I’d perfected the “I’m fine” mask. Or at least, I thought I had. Elijah, my assistant, wasn’t buying it. “Morning, President Jay,” he said as I slid into the backseat. “Chairman wasn’t happy you left before your party ended last night.” I turned my head and gave him a look so sharp it could’ve sliced him in half. “Elijah,” I said slowly, “can you please shut the hell up for the rest of the day?”

he turned to me, then dug his hand into his jogger pockets, "and besides, why keep them when I can get your clothes off you in seconds." The sly tone in his voice wasn't hidden. I glanced down at the file, which was now ashes, the fire slowly going out. Then back at his face, "Gosh, you're such a dork." I feigned disbelief. He let his tongue run along his teeth, his smile becoming more challenging, "A dork wouldn't get you pressing your knees so hard against each other." I had my legs apart immediately, holding his gaze, "It's okay to be deluded sometimes, but you, Mr. President, are going racing crazed."

"Dad, you need to speak to Mr Susan and you're not the president" "For the last time sunshine, it's Sullivan not Susan and I may be the president" "For the last time, you'll never be the president" "Ouch, so can I hang up now?" "They're in my house" "Which is a good thing. I'm pretty sure you're going to get along well" "What do you mean get along well? They literally almost pranked me last night and you saw it" "Almost" "They can do it again and I wouldn't have to worry about this if you would just call their dad."

I could not tell. "I, I..." She faltered, leaving her voice to trail off. "Mr.Gun, I had no idea that you had such untrained workers," I said out loud, turning my face to Mr. Gun. His face was distorted, confusedly, while I stared at him intently, raising my chin to him. "Pardon? What do you mean to say, President Darian?" He questioned.