Kenneth Goldman Novels & Stories

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

In the history of the company, this is the first requiring thorough study and lots of courage on his part. The money involved in this venture was no joke. Cayden believes that Lance Goldman would bring gold to his company and vice-versa. “It’s a warm sunny day outside Cayden. I took a walk here. The City this morning is vibrant and alive. Makes me think that I am still young like you are.” Cayden smiled, not at all surprised that Lance Goldman would choose to walk in coming to his office. The middle-aged man, whose age comes close to his father, was known for his idiosyncratic behavior.

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.

Felicity asked Vermont curiously. In a hushed tone, Vermont whispered, "That's Kenneth Green, a famous artist who carves beautiful designs into jade. He's got a fantastic eye for choosing the right pieces of jade, and his skill in crafting them is just as impressive. Anything he works on can easily become three times more valuable." "Stella is amazing. I can't believe she managed to invite someone of his stature." Vermont shot a glance at Keegan. Stella might not personally know Kenneth, but Keegan did. Cordelia was a frequent patron of Kenneth, and many of her custom-made jewelry pieces were picked up by Keegan. He was very familiar with Kenneth.

HKM Building. Adam Kenneth was very depressed smoking, Kaytly Blanche's pale face appeared in front of him, he couldn't forget it. Deon looked at Adam Kenneth anxiously, sighing reluctantly. Are you sure it's because of Kaytly Blanche? Following him for so many years, I have never seen him lose control because of any woman, if not for that, would I be soft or not? Don't have the courage to want to know her? Probably? He believes that Adam Kenneth loves her, he needs to be able to be by her side quietly, seeing her happy is enough. Thinking of this, Deon's mood was gloomy, becoming a little brighter. “General Kenneth, tomorrow is the bid opening day, do we want to start bidding according to m

Kimberly turned to see the man he met earlier when she came late ad wished them good luck. "Thanks." She appreciated. "I can't believe you got the job." The man groaned before stretching out his hand to Kimberly. "Nice meeting you. I'm Mr Ben, the managing director here. I'm still single." He winked and licked his lower lip. "I'm Secretary Kimberly. Secretary Kim for short. I'm engaged and will be getting married in a few weeks time." Kimberly showed off her engagement ring in front of Mr Ben. "Don't try to flirt with me. You're old enough to birth me." Kimberly gave him one last look before packing the files and head to the lion's den.

He asked. " Mr.Eric Gold. " " then find out if they both have any connection, and see where Edmin worked before " Alex ordered. " But Master...Mr.Eric is in the position of CEO of Goldcorp. for only one year. How could he have a connection with Edmin? " His subordinate explained. " Just do what I say ." " Yes, Master. " " And did we sign a contract with him? " asked Alex. " Yes, Master, we did. "

Nolan: The knock on my office door came just as Alessandro left, thankfully before I said something I’d regret. I didn’t look up. Though the tension within the pack was not one that I did not notice, whoever came had masked their scent. Still, I knew that no one would be foolish to come and make a mistake like this one within my own grounds. “Enter.” The door creaked open slowly, and in walked Elder Mathew, ever regal in his pressed robes, his salt-and-pepper beard trimmed, posture impossibly upright. His presence always carried the weight of tradition. Of expectations. Of judgment.

The seating chart was on a small ivory card on the sideboard, and Eleanor checked it as they came in and found that Preston had not been invited, which she registered as either mercy or strategy and could not immediately determine which. She was seated between her uncle Gerrard and Daniel. Gerrard was seventy, red-faced, jovial in the specific way of men who have never had to moderate themselves and have mistaken this for good humor. He collected American antiques. Eleanor had, in the car, considered warning Daniel about Gerrard, and had decided against it for the same reason she’d decided against the shirt: Daniel didn’t need to be managed. Daniel needed to be allowed. Gerrard found Daniel

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.