La Enmienda Del Sr Wyatt Novels & Stories

"Gentlemen. Please sit." They sat. Katherine Lim was beside her again, and the junior associate, and a third person Sebastian hadn't seen yesterday — a man in his forties with the quiet, contained manner of someone whose expertise was significant enough that it didn't require announcement. Sebastian placed his amended clause list on the table. "Three amendments," he said. "Two removals. The percentage stands." Something moved through Seraphina's expression — brief, almost invisible, the smallest recalibration of an expectation that had been set and was now being adjusted.

"Wyatt, do as he says. He won't listen otherwise. Focus on Rebecca." Brayden retreated to the bathroom, leaving me facing Rebecca once again. Wyatt positioned himself by her bedside, one knee beside her. His hand lingered on the towel that covered her, hesitating to unveil her form. He met my gaze, his expression thoughtful. "Boss, if I may? With your consent, I need to assess the extent of the damage." My fists clenched at my sides, torn between my discomfort and the necessity of the situation. The prospect of another man seeing her vulnerable body stirred a storm of conflicting emotions, but I recognized the urgency.

Plunging onto the streets at this height was a gruesome and unfathomable idea. Clark did not look like he was joking. Finally, Hailey swallowed hard and stomped her feet in protest before storming into the elevator. … Willow was once again brought into Theodore's office. He remained in the same position, behaving as though nothing had happened. She calmly handed him a document and explained, "Mr. Bassett, I have amended the proposal based on your suggestions from last time. Please take a look." When she approached him, she couldn't help but steal a glance at his neck.

Gabriel stood up too, slowly, his movements controlled but icy. “And I remember clearly,” Gabriel replied, “that Grandfather also said I can fire you if you don’t amend your ways. Wyatt, those were his words. And you haven’t improved. You’ve only gotten worse. The lawyers are preparing your papers already. You’re finished. Be grateful I’m not dragging you to the police.” Wyatt stared at him with wild eyes—shocked, insulted, terrified at the same time. His chest puffed as he tried to regain his arrogance.

Eric began. "Two or three at the same time as I recall," Chuck added through clenched teeth. "And he always managed to get away with it with that fake boyish charm." "Still jealous, Chuck?" Melanie said, grinning slightly. "While that might have been true once, thirty years can change a man, and not always for the better. One thing I do know about Wyatt, is that every plan he concocted always contained one major flaw, and that includes the construction of this room. All we have to do is find it. Get your lazy ass off the floor and help us look!"

Luke answered. Wyatt turned to me and his dark eyes were so dark that even if you didn't speak you knew you had done something wrong. What? I don't even remember my sins against him, he even hurt me. "Why are wearing .. that?" He asked almost in a whisper as his gaze traveled all over me. I was about to answer when Luke suddenly spoke. "She has to change, her clothes were sort of .. wet." my eyes widened at what Luke said, he was right but it was inevitable that Wyatt would think differently!

Which mixed with sulking. I let out a long sigh. Arguing over this was an endless cycle. It would only return to the past and our regrets. "This time... I will let this slide only this time." My voice was firm. "There won't be no more argument over this. Okay?" Wyatt suddenly straightened his back and made a salute to me. "Yes, ma'am." Then he showed his boyish grin before reaching out for my hand. "I'm really sorry, honey." ---

Wyatt muttered with a huff. "No, Sir. I am not!" His assistant shuddered. "If it was not urgent, I would have never asked you to come here. From now on make sure to not show your face in front of her ever. Did you hear me clearly or should I cut more of your salary?" Wyatt spoke in a harsh tone that left no space for any negotiation.

Darwin's tone was cold, "They will take care of the local boss." "Hmph." Wyatt leaned back in his soft seat. "Are you being so proactive for my sake, bro?" "Just say what you want to say," Darwin's tone revealed impatience. "Darwin, what's the plan? Are you not planning to let Secretary Woods off the hook?" Wyatt asked. "No, I'm not planning to." Wyatt was originally nonchalant about it. But after hearing the answer, he immediately sat up straight. "What?" "I said, I'm not planning to."

Even the Omegas that maintained the building and grounds were all male. Also at the top of the list was this stupid meeting and Wyatt hated to admit that his wife was right about it. This whole damned meeting could have been done by email. File the complaint and let it be addressed at the next council meeting. There had to be something more to this. He looked at his brother-in-law in the chair next to him who looked just as bored as he felt. At the nod from Sirius, Wyatt rolled his eyes to show his disdain. Sirius casually reached over and grabbed Wyatt’s pen and wrote a single word on the other man’s notepad. robes?