Lace Dickie Novels & Stories

Andrew felt powerless against him, thinking, "I can't do anything about Dickson!" Ten minutes later, there was still no call from Amanda to Dickson. Dickson resided in the Cecillia Villa in Boston, having returned to his previous residence after divorcing Amanda. The villa boasted luxury, facing the sea as the sole structure on the mountain. The mayor of the city occupied the villa on the left, while a high-ranking official of Finland inhabited the mansion on the right.

Madison was entrusted with leading the fashion line. Next to Director Becker was Director Dalton Luthor. Dalton was set to oversee the affairs of Dickson Hotel and Suites, the biggest hotel in Washington. Following him was my stepbrother, Ryder Dickson, the CEO of Dickson Enterprises. The very last but not least, my stepmother, Martha Dickson, is the executive managing the financial technology platform, Dion’s Pay.

Marco turned, saw the expression on the other officer's face, and knew Lucy had a surprise up her sleeve. A roly poly civilian stood by her side. He wore a badly outdated business suit and looked familiar somehow. "Yes?" Lucy gestured to her companion. "President Doug Douglas, I would like to introduce Colonel Dooley Marco, commanding officer of the 17th DBLE. Colonel, this is the honorable Marcus Doug Douglas, President of the Confederacy, a two star admiral, and chairman of Doug Douglas Enterprises".

But the tables are mostly private, with tall backs on the booths and dim lighting. It’s as good a place as any to have a secret meeting to bring down one of the most powerful man in the nation. Edward didn’t used to be. Even as a presidential candidate, he was still fallible. But now that he has the president’s backing, he’s basically untouchable. When Miles reaches the familiar back booth, he finds Hugo, as always, already there. Miles slides in across from him.

Jace laughed, a sharp, disbelieving sound, while the others stared at me like I was some rare artifact on display. Suddenly, it clicked. I finally realized why Mr. Blake looked so familiar. He was a titan of industry, a primary shareholder of Briarwood Academy, and one of the wealthiest—if not the wealthiest—men in the United States, even Alice's father cannot stand. There were even rumors at school that he was planning a run for the president of the United States.

I can't wait for him to be finally exposed,' I said. 'A lot of people will be so disappointed,' Lance said. I just couldn't wait to nail them all. I thought I had seen the worse with the vice president but the former president was worst. The fact that he had been able to uphold a good person image for that long was baffling. How dare they turn people to things for their own pleasure? Thinking of it makes me sick. And the Lunas involved were the most annoying. I just couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

Lily opened the folder as the assistant exited the room. Her eyes scanned the names. Cross, Mercer, Pierce, Lane. None of them triggered a sudden rush of memory, but seeing Damian Cross’s name listed as the Chief Operating Officer with a significant percentage of temporary voting shares made her jaw tighten. He hadn't just taken her spot; he had carved out a permanent home for himself in the empire her father had built. Taking a slow breath, she closed the folder, picked up the coffee, and made her way toward the dining area.

she was currently playing the role of a desperate CEO whose company was on the verge of collapse. More than two hours later, Sean's secretary finally escorted her into his office. Sean sat leisurely in his executive chair, calmly sipping tea. The smug smile on his face widened the instant he saw Dakota enter. "President Lancaster..." He paused dramatically before smirking. "No... Miss Lancaster." "No, that's still not right. It should be... Miss Dakota Lancaster." The mockery in his tone was unmistakable. Dakota casually took a seat across from him. Resting both elbows on the desk, she discreetly attached a tiny listening device beneath the tabletop in one smooth motion.

Irene Scott, who assisted her in obtaining the position. "Why would the Chairman want to see me in the middle of the night?" "I just hope everything is fine," Nicole said as she stood up from her chair, arranged her hair, and got properly dressed. She finally leaves her office and goes to the chairman's office. The doorbell rings. Nicole continues to knock as she receives no response; she begins to suspect that Susan is playing with her, but Susan would never do such a thing. Mr. Gilbert Jordan, the chairman and owner of Jordan Cosmetic Industry, a 58-year-old man of average height, was on the phone when he heard the knock on his office door.

Talking to idiots was never his thing. When President Donald saw he was being ignored, he taunt further. "By the way, your other Secretary looks cute, would you mind giving her to me for a night?" He said with his eyes on Halle. Halle threw him a disgusted look, she couldn't believe his Handsome face was only a camouflage, he has a smelly mouth. Halle was actually a soft looking lady, She had a shoulder lengthed hair which alighted her small cute face. She had pouty red lips and small cute nose. She was mixed just like their boss. Half Japanese and the other was American.