Madam President Meaning Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. The maid nodded nervously, her eyes shifting uneasily. "Yes, Madam. She insisted on seeing you personally." Mrs. Sebastain took a moment to process this unexpected news. Her mind raced, recalling the last encounter she had with Martina – the betrayal, the hurt. She never thought she would see her again after what happened before Hills' so-called wedding.

"Sorry for your inconvenience, Sir. They will arrive in two minutes. We can immediately process the signing as soon as they arrive." Edmund's brows furrowed deeper. He wondered why the man said "they". Was the president of Elles Investment more than one person? Or did the driver count too? "I hope you don't forget that my time is limited. If your president is not here in five minutes, I have to leave the contract without signing." Mr. Cage nodded. "Understood, Sir." However, not even a minute later, a young man came. His smile was wide. His footsteps seemed light. Even though his appearance was neat, his gesture was not like a mysterious president who deliberately hid his identity.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

Jackson was so angry that he laughed coldly. "I wonder what Old Madam Turner would think if she knew that President Turner was playing with mud in the slums of the South City?" "You're worrying too much for my sake, President Miller. My grandmother is already old and is focused on enjoying her old age. She doesn't ask about her children nor grandchildren. On the other hand, President Miller, I heard that Madam Mu is eager to have a grandchild. She carefully chose a fiancée of equal social status for President Miller. Recently, she has been accompanying her prospective daughter-in-law to purchase engagement items every day. It's really fortunate to have such a mother!"

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

Suddenly, they heard a slightly embarrassed and panicked voice of a middle-aged woman, "Ahem... Give me thirty seconds, and I'll leave immediately. OK?" "Madam Maddox!" Jessica bounced out of Christian's arms, covering her mouth subconsciously. Madam Maddox was also embarrassed. She hadn’t expected to see such a scene when she entered the room not long ago. "Time is almost up..." Christian reminded with a calm face, looking at his mother who was still standing rooted to the spot. Madam Maddox hurriedly picked up her things and walked out of the room. "I am used to living in this presidential suites of yours. I forgot that you are also there. I will go downstairs and ask them to prepare anoth

“No, wait—” Before any of us could stop her, Maddie launched up from her seat and scampered across the cafeteria. Restraining that girl was like restraining the wind, a futile effort at best and a cumbersome impossibility at worst. By the time I’d risen from my seat, she was already face to face with Mr. President.

So officially, Warren was the president's attorney/fixer; if he was the one who gave Maddison a new identity to seduce me, then it meant the president ordered it. He ordered that she fake a pregnancy. It didn't make sense because the president wanted me to be with Ana, as he also promised Ana's mother to look out for her, so why did he send Maddison to separate us when he knew this was what the woman he promised wanted?

My agitation was beginning to be triggered by his sudden action. "I'm sorry, madam. But, uh, President Justin is currently at a meeting with some important clients. I don't think now is the perfect timing to interrupt him." "Are you insinuating that I am an interruption?" I didn't even dare to think about my reaction. at this point, I simply let out what it was that has been running through my head. "No, madam. That's certainly not the case. However, I do hope you understand that this meeting is very important to the president."

“After all, it’s not too much to ask for a present when she’s taking my husband away from me, right?” The women immediately fell silent when they heard what Sally had said. Everyone stared at Sally in shock. “Madam… Madam President!” The woman named Alyssa had gone pale as she said, “Madam… President.” Sally smiled at her. “Please don’t call me that.” “That name might very well belong to you soon.” There was not a hint of anger or jealousy in Sally’s voice. She sounded so calm she might as well have been discussing the weather. The others could not help but be impressed at how composed she was.