روايات وقصص ضمن Macaulay Callard

It smelt of several spices and dad’s cologne. “I am Samuel Mikhalov and I’m a representative of the late Mr. McCauley” He began. McCauley had been the proprietor of half the buildings in seaside Arroyo Grande. His recent death had worried everyone that was under his care. “As you know, McCauley has no Family here, but he has a half brother who currently resides in Scotland, being the only living relative of McCauley, his properties were automatically transferred to his name.” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

I pulled my phone out and called my father. I explained everything from the night before right up until now. I told him about Gideon being requested. I walked away from Jack and Amelia and told him about the connection I was feeling, and he told me not to worry. He would contact Evelyn and offer the full support of Carter and Sons. I thanked him and closed off the call before turning back to face Amelia and Jack. “Carter and Sons are offering their full support to the ADA and will back the case.”

"Wait, I think I'm onto something." "What is it?" I ask, elated. "There's a reservation here under a certain Marcus Carson and Bella Fernandez. It appears that Marcus Carson is an English Language major at the Oxford University but Bella Fernandez apparently does not exist. There's no Intel on her, whatsoever. No tax records, social security numbers…stuff like that. And Marcus is a transfer student from Italy." Caryle is not only respected in the Mafia for his almost unrivalled shooting abilities. His brain power is second to non.

“Before I forget. I want to recognise a long, long time partner of mine. Please, with a standing ovation, help me recognise my dearest partner, my father's greatest friend, and one of the pioneers of Lang Corp itself, Marcus Callaghan.” What? Callaghan?? Even the crowd hesitated, a mix of confusion and disbelief… …Until… …the silver fox at our table, stood up. Marcus. Callaghan? As in… Max's… father??

she says yes sir and leaves me to my work. I make it a point to keep up the business man front during the day, doing all the usual work, like taking calls and meetings. Shaking hands and signing on the dotted line when it came to new clients and investors. As the clock ticks on as I wait for my meeting with Carver Jackson, some up and coming big shot fashion designer, who's looking to make his name known, my phone vibrates on my desk drawing me back to my real world of havoc and chaos. "What" I ask as usual.

Taking it in his hands, making me pout my lips and give him my puppy eyes. "Sam... I....uggghhh!" I pretend sniffle, lowering my head. "Fine. You can keep it!" He says making me squeal and clap my hands. My hands reach out for Figaro, but Russell moves him away. "IF! you can keep him from making too much noise and keep Carol from finding out we have him living here with us. Got it?" Carol is the lady that takes care of our building.

I wondered why someone like Kade preferred to stay hidden in his estate which was located in his pack. "It's been a while since I heard something official about you, Michelle Al Ali. And that's apart from your marriage to Ashram last week." "Who is this?" I asked. "Callix of Callix Motors," said the coarse voice. "I see." I've heard about his fame. Saw him once at a gala I attended with Kade Thorn. He was an acquaintance, and I think Kade bought some of his electric cars for top board members at the time. "What do you want, Callix?"

Marcus suggested with his lips quirking up in a slight mockery smirk. Catching sight of the irritatingly smirk on Marcus’s face, Alpha Dalton’s eyes darkened and narrowed down into slits. “In case you forgot, let me remind you that I’m the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. I need to make sure that no one and I repeat, no one is being harassed.” He said through gritted teeth. “Who is getting harassed?” Marcus feigned ignorance. Alpha Dalton shifted his gaze on me for a split second before looking back at Marcus.