Jj Maybank Imagines Novels & Stories

JJ Group Headquarters. I’m here today against my will — a shareholder meeting I can’t skip. It still feels surreal. Once upon a time, Auntie Kim took everything from me. And now, I’ve taken it back. I dress the part: tailored navy slacks, a white chiffon blouse that moves lightly with every step, and slingback pumps with a modest heel — comfortable enough to keep my stride confident as I cross the glossy marble lobby of JJ Group. The meeting room is on one of the upper floors, and I’m already late.

JJ has multiple images going through his head. “I’m not sure guys. It has something to do with Camilla Dawn and Key.” JJ replies. He scratches his head. JJ has a gift of sight. He can see the past, the present, and sometimes the future. The future has always been a little more difficult for him. He says the future is always changing and there is no way to tell what will happen. The present is more of his area. JJ can usually tell when things are about to go to hell. They tossed JJ out of heaven and bound him to earth. When he landed on the topside, he had a troublesome time learning the ropes. His sight helped. He used it to find people like him.

Practice makes perfect. "I'm so glad you could join us, today gentlemen," JJ said to the men as we both sat down if I remembered correctly, he was looking into buying their Hotel, and I have to say he did have the perfect strategy of convincing people to sell something to him, and I'm guessing dad helped him enhance that skill. "Ms Adams," JJ said and I looked at him with a questioning manner, what did I do? Did I print the wrong files? I'm I supposed to leave? "Please, continue with the presentation," he pointed to the screen that was between us and on my left. What?

"Is there truly nothing left?" "You still don't understand, Rex," Jenna said, her tone dripping with disdain. She stepped away from him, turning her back on the dramatic spectacle the media had so obsessively manufactured. "I did not reclaim my identity as the heiress of the Anderson family to become a prize in a game played by men. I have far more important things to focus on." She walked toward the center stage, where the grand monitors displayed the blueprints for the J&J Corporation global alliance, the massive, multibillion-dollar project that would cement the Anderson Empire's dominance in the international market.

"Jasmine is a smart girl who once won a national math quiz competition." As she fiddled with the jewellery box she had just taken from the little red bag, Sarah remained silent and listened. "I'm sure Mr. Julian will not carelessly send his two children to school," said Jenar confidently. "You could say he's one of the richest people in Jakarta. So to enter into that family…." Jenar stopped talking. She smiled wryly and stifled a laugh to herself again. "So?" It was Sarah who reminded her to speak again. Jenar returned to her carrying a plate of rice and a glass of water.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, modelling agencies are always looking for fresh faces. And with a face like yours, you’d do well in high fashion. Don’t let anyone including yourself convince you otherwise. I can see even your man believes in you.” The word. My man made me feel too aware. I offered her a small smile, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.” Bambi straightened. “I should get going. Jinhai, always a pleasure,” she said, giving him a nod. Jinhai returned the gesture with a small incline of his head. His hands slipped out of his pockets and I felt them wrap around my waist. Bambi turned to me one last time. “Think about it, Jeneta. Dreams don’t have expiration dates.”

Paper Gate was going to change the way people looked at female game avatars…or at least she hoped so. “Ready?” JJ asked, his dreamy voice coasting over her and giving her goosebumps. “Ready,” she said, and if her voice sounded a little breathless, then it was because she was excited about finally defeating the Tempest and not because JJ’s voice did things to her.