Keith Claes Novels & Stories

They took advantage of Nicole’s absence and walked over to Clayton. “Mr. Sloan?” Clayton raised an eyebrow and nodded at the two strangers in front of him. “Mr. Sloan, I’m Keith Ludwig from the Ludwig Corporation, and this is Colton White from White Corporation. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Keith felt that although Clayton maintained a modest and decent smile, there was something about Clayton that was so similar to Eric. The only difference was that this feeling was more intense and obvious with Eric, while it seemed deliberately hidden with Clayton.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Keith, "Grandpa, I have absolute proof that Zekeiah is a member of the Qing Eliminating Society, and now, I have the perfect chance to kill him. Do you think I should do it?" - At this moment, in Eastcliff, Oskia. It was early morning, and Keith had already risen, dressed neatly, and prepared to attend a very important business meeting. Accompanied by his sons, Christian and Kaeden as well as Oskian detective Merlin, Keith had signed strategic cooperation agreements with several official departments in Eastcliff over the past few days. Keith was particularly excited and looking forward to returning to contribute to the construction of his motherlan

Adrian ordered the salmon, then changed his mind and ordered the steak as well. "Make that two steaks," he said, his smile tight. "Medium rare. Just like his." "Very good, sirs." When the waitress left, Clara turned to Cassian. "So, Mr. Kingsley. How long have you been CEO of Kingsley Industries?" "Fifteen years. I took over after my father stepped down." He paused. "You can call me Cassian. We're not in the boardroom anymore." "Cassian." She tested the name. "And how do you find the Whitmore project so far?"

All I wanted to do was try to get to work as soon as possible. Realizing I wasn’t willing to hear, the stranger walked out of the car quickly, heading towards me. “The CEO, Mr. Alfred Griffith sent me to get you up as he understands the weather could make it difficult to get to him, Miss Melanie Morrison” He spat quickly, showing me a signed handkerchief of the CEO Mr.Alfred? I wondered. I stared at the stranger, studying his facial expression as he spat out those words but without any iota of emotions. He let out every word without battling an eyelid. The CEO must be one hell of an amazing man to offer me such favor.

he asked with a mischievous smile on his face “and how did you know that someone was in my office, Keith?” I asked slowly, I was already annoyed from the altercation that just happened here “I helped her that’s why she said she was from club magenta, she had your suit jacket,” “And you let a stranger into your president’s office?” asked, as I sat back on my swivel chair, but Keith thought it was hilarious, he thought everything was hilarious and lived for the drama, even though he had that quirky side to him, he was a damn good financial advisor and knew I couldn’t fire him because of that, I would be losing a friend and a huge asset to our company

He simply… existed. While Kael had built his empire through cutthroat precision and ruthless strategy, Keith had done so through mystery, charisma, and an uncanny ability to make even billionaires nervous. They had never liked each other. Kael watched as Keith turned slightly, as if sensing him across the room. Their eyes met and Keith offered a faint nod. Barely a greeting. Not even a smile. Typical. But Kael didn’t nod back. He couldn’t. Because just over Keith’s shoulder, he saw stepping through the crowd with the grace of a ghost...was a woman he thought he’d buried in grief and vengeance.

He asked, "Mr. Johansen, should we go home first?" The thought of Keith reminded Clifford that he hadn't seen him in days. Clearly, he was angry, so Clifford decided to pay him a visit. "To the club," he said as he got in the car. As such, Chester drove Clifford to the club he frequented. Clifford headed upstairs to find Keith. As he reached the door and was about to push it open, a man's voice, tinged with amusement, reached him from inside. "Yo, Keith! Why aren't you playing Clifford's bootlicker these days?"

Hence the title mysterious. Keith cleared his throat and I came out of my thoughts. Dr. Keith Jenkins, or simply Keith, as he preferred to be called, was a neuro consultant. He was just completing his residency when I first met him two years ago. That was the day Eva was first brought here. Eva's case was assigned to him as his final assignment and he continued it even after he was no longer a resident.

I hadn't meant to sound accusing, especially when I was new here but I couldn't just accept the erroneous things going on around me. "And you are…?" Keith asked me with furrowed brows. "Gosh, why do I always forget the introduction part? So, this is Valerie and she just joined here yesterday. She a copywriter. And this is Keith, a total annoyance but he does graphic designing and he's a freelancer as well." Chelsea winked while Keith huffed out loud at his introduction. Keith looked really cute with his panda-like expression, especially when his double chin showed even more. "Hi, Keith." I smiled.

“Hades, long time no see.” “Keith.” Hades greets back, barely tipping his head in the Japanese's direction. He looks like a man on a mission and in no mood for small talk. Not that he ever is. Keith's smile remains as he stands up, buttons his jacket, and then shakes my hand. "I'll be in touch." “Looking forward to it.” His hand remains in mine for a second too long. “Before I go, may I give you a piece of advice?” “Yes, of course.”