Maxon And America Novels & Stories

PAST BETRAYAL Maxwell’s POV “I really pray that the government approves my corporation to partake in the plan of the United States of America to revive pharmaceutical manufacturing.” My father’s voice drifted down the staircase before he fully appeared, calm and measured, carrying with it the weight of a man who had built his life on discipline, patience, and principle.

Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian's office, and Damian made no attempt to stand up or shake hands with him. "What do you want?" Damian asked, still seated in his chair, continuing to click on his laptop. Mr. Max swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat, knowing that doing business with Damian was more difficult than it had been with Damian's father, Mr. Mark Tucker. The name alone instilled infinite fear in the other groups. "It's business, Damian. It's a deal worth 10 million dollars." Mr. Max was pleased when Damian looked away from his laptop and shifted his gaze to him.

my father nodded a couple of times, raising his glass. I applauded a couple of times, discreetly so as not to draw too much attention. "That's excellent! Which company is it?" I asked curiously. "MAXCO." A chill ran down my spine. I felt my blood drain from my body, leaving me as pale as a corpse. My smile disappeared in an instant. Did he just say MAXCO? He must be joking. "MAXCO? But, Dad, wasn't that the same company that wanted to ruin you?" I stammered.

A voice in my head advised. I grabbed my laptop from the bed stand. The page open was on Lucas Maxwell, CEO of Binarid, a multi-billion dollar biotech company. Last night, I had done a little research on Binarid, and the first hit on the g****e search list was a Forbes article on Lucas Maxwell. The article painted him to be an asshole but also a genius who used his pain to bring his company to the top 10 in the world and save lives. And he was freaking hot.

It seemed that after he returned from a business trip in the United States, he did not drive anyone else from Paragon Education Group except for Zachary! ‘Could it be him?’ Maxwell was a little shocked. He could not understand why Zachary would want to bug him! He shook his head lightly and reminded himself to not jump to conclusions. He wanted to until there was definite evidence so as not to hurt their brotherhood of so many years. In the evening, Maxwell went to Sonnet's house for dinner. Sonnet was cooking in an apron.

Pedro Hernandez Smith spent the entire time prattling on about our company, talking about Max's great achievements, as if I cared. He said that Hernandez Companies is among the most profitable in the United States due to its significant business expansion, both in casinos and in the partnerships we formed with other companies, such as the electric car brand, CIO. MaxMidia was a company Max decided to found from scratch in recent years, and it seems to be fully operational, so much so that most news outlets cite it as sources.

Max began. “We’ve secured 10 more clients and we’ve sold shiploads of weapons and substances. We have generated about 10 billion dollars. In the past few weeks, I hired about 70 men. I couldn’t get your approval because it was urgent…we needed more hands to work in the farm house. This time, we are making something that has never been in the market," Max said. “And you deemed it fit to loud out our secret dealings before it enters the market, yeah?” I scoffed sarcastically.

Originally he wanted to meet up with her because she looked like the lady he saved three nights ago from the men who had come to attack her. [ That night, Max's story ] It was a long day at work, with numerous files and documents to sign, and a few sites that he had to assess to confirm that the construction projects were going according to plan. Mr. Maxwell Ben Charleston, son of Mr. Gilbert Charleston, CEO of the well-known construction industry in the states. His company got contracts from all over the world and they were contracted by huge companies for huge construction projects, ranging from roads to bridges to buildings and companies.

After resolving the supply chain crisis, Leon rushed back to the country. Cold airport lights hit his tall, lean frame. Dressed in a flawless black suit, his sharp features looked even more distant. His brows and eyes were chiseled like stone, his nose high, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Even his breathing seemed restrained. The moment he stepped off the plane, police officers who had been waiting surrounded him. “Leon Maxwell, Maxwell Corporation has reported you for economic crimes. An indictment has already been filed with the court. Please cooperate with our investigation.”

“Thanks. “ I say and Max comes to stand next to me. He is dressed in a suit and even has a tie on. “Nothing to thank me for, “ he says. “You were right- I should be more careful. “ I nod. “I’ve done a lot of stupid shit on my end too, but at least no one found out. “ “Great advice, “ he laughs. “It is, isn’t it?” We chat a bit more and Max lights a cigarette too. “I am leaving in a few days. “ he says. ‘Are you ready?” “Were you when you left for the US?”