Madam President Meaning Novels & Stories

“Good day, everyone,” Sofia greeted, beginning the live interview. She sat in the chair at the left side, while Patricia sat at other chair and they faced each other. “Thanks for your utmost support towards Three Stars media. We deliver the best as alway,” she said, wearing a stunning smile on her face. She slightly lengthened her right hand to point at Patricia. “We are on a live broadcast interview with the latest madam president in the city,” she introduced. “President Matthew Patricia. The president of Ivy organization, or maybe I should say the acting president of Ivy organization,”

Madam Lenny said in a gentle voice. Clenching her hands into fists, Yasmine pouted and glared at Madam Lenny with bloodshot eyes. Madam Lenny smiled at her affectionately, "She was once the wife of a president. You're the future wife of a president. There are a lot of things you can learn from her. However, she no longer has a bright future. On the contrary, you have so much laying ahead of you. Only by tolerating her for a bit can you gain everything."

The scent of the man approaching soon blended with the air, and every breath was like the sweet smell of freesias appealing to Araceli's nostrils. Though her hate for this man was enormous, the sweet smell of his skin and perfume was magnetic. His aura was his secret charm, and his physique, emerald eyes, and his well-chiseled face and body could get him any woman he wanted yet he had her wrapped around his thumbs and never away from his radar. Francisco Valvez Salazar! A top presidential candidate in the coming Mexico election. A man whose name could cause shivers in the people of Mexico. Araceli had approached Francisco cause she thought he had hands in Franco's disappearance. She had gain

He is not the owner of this apartment. I’m also nervous about this woman’s actions. For almost months of not living here, I expected a lot of new and new things. But even new tenants don’t block me here at the gate. They are admitted immediately. What is the issue of this woman? “Mary Madison” I said. Her forehead furrowed. “Ah I know” she said to my surprise. “Were you a tenant here before?” I frowned and nodded. “Sorry Miss. Just look for a new apartment. The owner of this apartment has already sold it to us”He said to my surprise. Aunt Melody sold her apartment?

(Mason’s POV) I sat quietly in the living room, watching everyone pace restlessly. My parents were here, they had come running the moment they heard the news. “You mean that good-for-nothing woman is the president of Smithfield Global?” my dad asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. That was the third time he’d asked the same question, and the answer hadn’t changed. Yes, Patricia was now the president. I had never been this shocked in my entire life. It still felt unreal, like a bad dream.

Others at the table looked at me curiously, but they all deferred to her. “You must know why we asked you to join us today.” She spoke with professionalism, a no non-sense kind of tone. I appreciated her straightforwardness. The Vice President had liked to play games. This woman seemed not to. “Yes,” I said. “This is about my transfer exam.” “It is.” A man on the woman’s left leaned in to speak with her. I caught none of what he was saying, other than when he addressed her as “Ms. President.” My breath caught. This woman was the president of the Academy?

Lena's heart melted at that smile, like ice cream under the scorching sun. "Nala!" Kasey quickly intervened. "She's not a 'Madam'. Don't call her that!" "Mommy, didn't you teach me that we should call pretty ladies 'Madams'?" Kasey blinked and smiled. "You silly girl! Not 'Madam', I taught you to say 'Miss'!" "But..." The girl pouted and thought momentarily, then gestured to her own height with one hand. "But I thought a 'Miss' should be just a little taller than me... This beautiful lady is much taller than me with long legs. She's a Madam!"

Madison said softly, looking at Jason. Although Madison had many titles, such as the president of Allure International, the most beautiful woman in Mediterrania, the chairman of the Mediterrania Chamber of Commerce, and the honorary vice president of the finance world in the Realm of Adria, in the eyes of Mediterrania, those were never hers. She knew well that without Jason, she could not have enjoyed so much reputation. Jason had always doted on her, letting her be willful or rude. Even though time had passed, she was unwilling to mention something. Even if those two were so old, she still remembered how terrible they were to Jason back then.

“We are in the middle of an important…” “It’s the President’s daughter,” the assistant interrupted. “She’s on her way here.” A silence fell over the room. Executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some adjusted their ties, others straightened their posture. Clinton’s brow furrowed. "Who the hell is she? And why does she have a say in this?" Nevertheless, he stood up. Before anyone could answer, the doors swung open again. And Lydia Zander walked in. A sharp scent of amber and jasmine filled the air. Hair in a sharp ponytail. Red lips curved into the ghost of a smirk.

I am trying to shake off the ugly picture that I am painting of the President right now. My sensible self could not agree. He may be a playboy, a casanova, but he is an honorable man. He always plays fair. I knocked on the President’s door. My movements were harsh. When it opened, I looked at the President’s bloodshot eyes and seethed inside. They must have had a party here last night. From what I can see through the crack on the door, the President's discarded clothes were all over the place. My heart twitched, but I brushed it aside. I have no right.