Max Thompson Jr Novels & Stories

And you can't directly heard the word 'hired' without even facing the CEO's interrogation. Mr. Rage Thompson is drop dead gorgeous as it is. I first saw him in his office during our interview. Dashing on his brown botton down long sleeves, he flickered his pen on his seat. It's just a wrong timing his eyes never gaze mine. He looks so busy, and here I am only disturbing and wasting his time for nothing. I was hoping for it to happen but all the moment I kept waiting, I lose hope.

“Good day.” Ailee bowed her head. “Good day, sir,” she responded, offering, “please have your seat.” “Thanks.” Mr. Thompson said. He walked to the opposite couch and after he comfortably sat down, Mr. Jericho also paced closer and sat. Ailee glanced at Mila with her left hand pointed at Mr. Thompson. “This is Mr. Thompson, he is the chief security,” she introduced and shifted her hand to Mr. Jericho, “and beside him is Mr. Jericho, his deputy. They are here now, as you requested. Ask them whatever is necessary.”

He comes in with a file in his hands, as I expect. I spoke to him on the phone earlier, but this is the first time I’ve seen him today. “Good morning, Max,” I say, extending my hand. “Good morning, sir,” he replies. Holding up the file, he says, “A quick search gave me more than enough proof that Thompson is doing exactly what you suspected. I’ve got five pages of reports from just the last two weeks that show the majority of the time he is on the clock here at Merriweather and Associates he’s cruising porn sites and looking for escorts, not working.”

“Thanks for the trouble, Chief Sheridan.” Nicholas smiled. Thomas waved, and someone pulled Joe up from the floor right away. Joe shouted as he struggled, “You… You’re on his side! Don’t you know that Nicholas Thompson’s a gangster!?” “Mr. Tanner!” Thomas snorted, “Mr. Thompson’s the CEO of Sol Entertainment. He’s contributed significantly to the development of film and TV culture, and he will participate in the top ten outstanding youths of Centrolis next year! Do you mean that our mayor can’t distinguish right and wrong?”