Majestic Names Novels & Stories

[Alexander] *One Year Ago* “There’s a lunch meeting at one with the health and safety inspector, and another meeting at three with a potential investor.” “Who is it?” Melissa, my secretary, read from her journal, “Mr. Gasser. He’s from a Swiss jewellery company called Majestic Jewels. They’ve opened up a store here and want in on the mining side of things.” “Can you get me some stats on Majestic, just so I know what I’m dealing with?”

Felicity responded, "Did you see that? It's extremely dissatisfied with the names you're giving it!" Vermont chuckled. "Do you have any better ideas, then?" "We've got to give it a more imposing name that is aristocratic, yet down to earth," Felicity said. "Nikola Blockhead? Or, James the Ruler? Which one do you think is better?" Vermont asked. Felicity was speechless. "Have you ever been to school? You're so uncultured. Not a single animal would like those names."

To Tristan, his name was his identity, and this stranger had just treated it like it was nothing. "Mercer... Holdings," Tristan said again. He spoke slower this time, the way you’d talk to someone who didn't speak the language. "We are famous. Not only in this city, but across the whole country." Maxwell tilted his head, looking thoughtful. He glanced at Natasha as if he were asking her for help, like he was hoping she might know who these mysterious people were. He looked like he was giving it a real, honest effort. He stared at the ceiling for a second, searching his mind, taking his time while Tristan stood there, fuming.