Romans & histoires Jeff Buchanan

“ He literally cares more about his looks than the case” His client, Mr Brown, sat beside him. From the way he sat - hunched back, with his head probing outward - and from how tedious breathing was for him, it was obvious that he was tensed, fidgeting even. Mr Brown was a well known congressman, a Democrat representing New York’s 8th congregational district. He has been serving in the house of representatives since 2013, and was a member of the Democratic Leadership, currently serving as the House Minority Leader. He has been involved in various committees, including the House Committee on the Judiciary. A fine man, who not only got public opinion with his charming warm looks, but also with

I turned to glare at Nathan, raising an eyebrow at the man who turned to look at the window, knowing that almost no one could see us due to the shaded windows “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I am a Pakhan, malyshka, and I do believe that you are smart enough to know that we have caught the attention of almost everyone inside that lobby. Therefore, the two of us should be acting upon it” Alpha Nathan said, looking at me, his eyes darkening as our conversation grew heated. “That is not what I meant. Plus, you being Pakhan means nothing to me, I believe that you are well aware of that. The two of us are married in front of the WOLF families…”

she smiled. “Logan?” John’s voice called out moments before he opened my office door. He was dressed for the funeral. His dark brown hair was neatly combed without a hair out of place, and his face was freshly shaven dressed in his black double-breasted Armani three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and tie. The only color in his outfit was the blood-red handkerchief in the breast pocket.

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

- She takes out her cell phone and types something. "Your John, wouldn't that be him? Would it?" She shows me a picture of John, the kind of picture taken at one of those important events. "Yes, that's him." "Oh my God, Kate! You're going to go out with one of the most eligible bachelors in New York, and you don't tell me?" "I just told you. But I didn't know you knew him." "Everyone in New York knows him. He is the CEO of the Red Corporation. He's in the tabloids all the time."

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

It was shocking for them to discover that the CEO they had waited for was the daughter of the Buchanans. “This is Mr. Connor Di’devile,” Rues added. “He will be assisting President Buchanan for quite a while. I know you all are familiar with him already.” At the mention of Connor’s name, the blood drained from Daliah’s face, and the others were even more shocked. Not only had the CEO turned out to be a daughter they had never heard of, but she also had the backing of the most successful, cold, and ruthless businessman in history. The same man who had never failed to get any business deal he wanted and who had rejected countless offers, one who was unapproachable—yet he was standing beside he

I stood up, the cold hair bracing my flesh. I watched him slick open the banana. “Your stubbornness, Lucas, tells a lot but I'd advise you to hold on to the thoughts that I, Mr McKinney, president of the McKinney conglomerate, has the power to pick who becomes the next president.” The president's words beamed into my ears, I could sense that they were aimed at striking fear in me but I had other plans. A dark twisted smile tugged at my lips, “Of course you do father. Of course!”

The seat on his right was for his mom, and I knew she was coming down for dinner, as Clinton had mentioned when we were on our way here. “Good evening, Beta Asher. Good evening, Gamma Eric,” I greeted both of them, bending my head in each direction, which caused a growl to escape from Clinton's mouth. “You bow to no one, Ruby.” I nodded, even though there was nothing wrong with me bowing to his Beta and Gamma, as I knew they would reciprocate. However, I didn't want to argue with him in front of them, especially with his mom coming down any moment now.

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.