Novel & Cerita Julius Zimmerman

“Ms. Smith, hello. I’m Howard Zimmer, general manager of JC Electronics.” Liz stepped back a couple of paces, finally getting a clear look at the man blocking her way. He had a square face, black-rimmed glasses, and a gray suit. He wasn’t tall, the kind of man who would disappear in a crowd without leaving an impression. He was smiling, but something about the smile made her uneasy. “Mr. Zimmer, can I help you with something?” Unfazed by her cool tone, Howard held out a glass of wine. “Ms. Smith, the moment you walked in tonight, I was struck. I knew right away you’re the woman I want to spend my life with. Would you give me a chance to pursue you?”

Sunlight spilled across his oversized office, bouncing off polished wood, catching the silver in his hair. “That’s the gist.” I dropped into the leather chair across from him, crossing one leg casually. “What kind of play is that?” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Did she at least talk to Demarco?” “No.” My head tilted against the chair back. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think it was Allieiberate. Panic got the better of her.” Julius let out a sharp laugh, humorless. “She should’ve panicked after securing zoning rights for the M Elements.”

My knees give out and I collapse down to the ground. “Edward Zimmer is a rising star among his party,” the news anchor says. “Supporters are praising him for his community service. Always a pillar of the community, they say. Zimmer is reported to have run an orphanage for many years before moving into politics. Experts believe this selfless work helped give him a push among voters…” I don’t know where the remote is but I search for it desperately now. Where the hell did it go? My hands are shaking, sliding over the carpet floor this way and that.

Not after him. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and gave him a small smile, “Thank you for not killing my best friend and also for those amazing acting skills. Word to the wise though, Emery is like a blood hound when it comes to lies so you better make sure your stories are always on point.” I laughed and looked back and saw that Emery was on his phone with an annoyed look on his face. I wonder if work just called him in. I hope not because I can’t be alone with Dalton. I don’t trust myself and I don’t know if I trust him. “Well, shit,” Emery was putting his phone in his pocket when he came back into the living room, “I’ve been called in. Seems Hernandez caught the funk and calle

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Meanwhile, Julius shifted his gaze and noticed that Zayn had not spoken all this while. Moreover, he was glancing left and right with a guilty conscience. Julius smiled cunningly and diverted the topic of conversation to Zayn. He said smilingly, “Mr. Larson, you claim that you’re the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp, so we can consider you to be working in the entertainment industry. I’m certain that you know who Annabelle’s lover is, don’t you?”

I hope you at least got a good enough sleep. Ashleigh: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, wait... how come you are up at 5 am? Zander: I'm usually up this early *boy shrug emoji* Ashleigh: Really? Why so early? School doesn't usually start until 8.00 am. Zander: I like to go for a run every morning. It helps to clear my head for the start of the day. I try to catch up on any work or pack work I need to do beforehand if I have time after.

' At that moment, Zimmer's mind was a complete mess. Zimmer wanted to kick that asshole, Buff Lestrade, very badly, but he could not do that at the moment. He stepped forward and knelt in front of Wilbur without hesitation and pleaded anxiously, "My name is Zimmer Denmark, and I wasn't aware of your arrival, sir. Please forgive me." That caught Buff and his cronies completely off guard and their jaws were practically on the floor. Zimmer meddled in politics and business in the Eastern Sun District, and anyone would pay their respects to him. His fame in combat was also undeniable.

I looked back at my laptop screen, where the Solis Botanicals traffic chart was still climbing with a steep, green line pointing straight up to the ceiling. I walked slowly over to the door, my hand hovering over the heavy brass deadbolt. My grandfather was a cynical, rotten old man, but he wasn't wrong about how the Zimmermans operated. Desmond didn't compromise. He didn't lose. If he found out about Maison Nova, he wouldn't just watch me leave from the sidelines. He’d buy the whole stadium just to control the score. I grabbed the lock, twisted it with a sharp, violent clack, and yanked the door open, ready to march down that hallway and throw the analytics data right in his arrogant, exhau