J Sterling The Perfect Game の小説・ストーリー

The heavy manila folder struck the polished mahogany desk with a sharp, violent crack. It was a sound that echoed through the cavernous, oppressive silence of the Sterling Estate study, momentarily drowning out the rumble of thunder from the storm raging outside. "Sign them, Elara. We are completely out of time." Julian Sterling, the ruthless and untouchable CEO of Sterling Enterprises, did not even look at her as he issued the command. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain lash against the glass. His tailored charcoal suit was impeccably crisp, his broad shoulders tense, and his jaw set in a line of absolute, unyielding authority.

She headed towards the elevator, determined and focused for her goal. “This is it, Valerie. You are one interview away from setting your plans in motion. You must win this.” she said to herself as the elevator door closed. Valerie was back and out for revenge. R Holdings was a big fish she had to catch. Once she can secure herself a spot in the company, everything else will fall into place.

Perfect For Me Victor, for the first time, thought he might faint from her pelvic tightening around his hardened heart. When she released him, he plunged in and out of her flesh like a scandalous hummingbird seeking the most wanton of nectars. Dynasty felt a new and unfamiliar feeling that tore through her like lightning.

The Perfect Husband #27 Adrian parked at his house lost in his thoughts. His phone vibrated ringing. He looked at the unsaved number wondering if it was them. “Adrian, hello?” “Adrian Vale?” “Yes, who am I speaking to?” “This is Miguel Sterling. I’ve got a friend here, Lyric. Look, your proposal landed on my desk. The owner of the investment bank passed it to us, she believes in your plan. I do too. I just finished reading through it, and I’m impressed.”

I was completely pinned, my clothes soaked and clinging to my skin as the chill of the room set into my bones. "Look at that, she's still got that look in her eyes," another voice chuckled from the shadows. I shook the wet hair out of my face, forcing my blurred vision to focus. The room was a massive, empty warehouse or basement, the corners swallowed by deep darkness. Standing right in front of me, completely dry and wearing that same sick, triumphant smile, was Sterling. He was tossing the small plastic SD card up and down in his hand, watching it catch the light like a trophy.

“By destroying the one person who’s been fighting for us? Charlie’s not perfect, but he’s the only one who truly stood with me.” Ed’s expression hardened. “I’m done pretending I can fix this, Sky, i have apologised, I have done all i can, and if you feel like you can’t forgive my just one mistake, then i don’t know exactly what i can do for you Sky. Steve’s playing a dangerous game, and it’s only a matter of time before it burns everything down.”

Grandpa and I just let out a deep sigh for the nth time as hearing them, that actually happened every time we went there, but I guess, Astrid used to her attitude as she even bought and brought her own apron whenever we visited them. I took a bath early this since our couch strictly told that we should have been there as early as seven o'clock in the morning to prepare for the championship game of us against the IT department. He even sent to our group chat the video of their game against the Engineering department. They finished the game with a score of 117-98. Martin, the brother of Samuel, really did well. I also saw potential in him. I heard from one of my friends in the Criminology depa

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

"But I assure you, the strings are quite comfortable. Premium silk, actually. I have exquisite taste." The man who stepped onto the porch was exactly what I expected and nothing like it. He was middle-aged, handsome in a silver-fox kind of way, with gray temples and a perfectly trimmed beard. He wore a suit that probably cost more than most cars—Savile Row, if I had to guess, tailored to absolute perfection. And his smile was warm, welcoming, and utterly false. "Jack Sterling," he said, spreading his arms wide. "I've been waiting so long to meet you. Please, come in. We have so much to discuss."