Maxon And America Novels & Stories

He explains and I nod. “Wowcher the processors and circuit boards systems company?” I ask flipping through the file on my desk. “Yes the best in the game.” Max says almost eagerly. “I have seen your presentation if you think they’re that good, make them an offer.” I say and he nods yes. “If you’ll excuse me I have work to do.” I add. “Of course sir.” Max says quickly leaving. My intercom buzzes and I push the intercom. “Yeah?” I say.

Sure," Felicia answered. Felicia hung up, went out of her room, and rode the elevator to the second floor. She strolled up to Max's study. He was still on the phone, and she could hear his voice from within the partially open door. She heard a few words—something about a government contract failing review and being blocked. The Hawthorne family was involved in more than just business. A few of them were also employed in politics. Brandon, Max's father, was a government official. This meant that Max could obtain the greatest government contracts and typically received firsthand information about new regulations.

Michael chuckled and said with a teasing look, “Don’t get too excited. You are still weak.” “Still,” Xander replied, lifting his spoon and added, “I would rather be weak at home than weak here.” Maxwell laughed softly and muttered, “Fair enough.” Saying this, he checked his wristwatch and sighed. “I actually need to head out soon,” he said. Both Xander and Michael looked at him. “Already?” Xander asked while Maxwell nodded his head and said. “My COO just finalized a deal with another company. We need to meet this morning.”

I clutched at his shirt, kissing him back before I could think, before I could stop. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged. “Jon Maxwell wants us in France.” The name alone was enough to freeze me. I blinked. “What?” “He says it’s about Weston International. Some merger deal. But you know him.” Thorne’s mouth twisted into something dark. “It’s never just business.”

I knock on Max’s office door, and he opens it. “Damn, Princess, did you bring the whole damn bakery with you?” He questions, taking some of the boxes from me. “No, but I figured I might as well bring everyone their favorite goodies.” I reply, following him into his office. We set the boxes on a coffee table that has a black leather couch on one side of it. Max likes to eat his food on the couch while he watches football on his phone. By football I mean soccer, but Max refuses to call it that even though he lives in America. Max was born in Russia and lived over there for a bit because Misha wanted Max to learn the language and have experience with the culture. I didn’t actually meet Max unti

They sat on a bench, steam curling from the paper cups into the morning air. For a while, neither spoke. Then Mason exhaled. “I’ll be leaving for Seattle today.” “Yes. Amaretti told me,” Maxton replied quietly. “What about you? Where will you go?” His father’s voice betrayed a note of worry he rarely allowed anyone to hear. Maxton shrugged, staring into his coffee. “I don’t know yet. Maybe Las Vegas. Or California. Maybe even Mexico. Somewhere far.” He forced a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

A man in a black Armani suit came, stopping near them. " Maxon Salton, Hello. " They shook their hands warmly. " Hello, Mrs Rodriguez. " Maxon bowed his head. " Hey," She meekly said. Maxon beckoned to Liam, " You stay here. I'll be back. " He said and followed Maxon.

We Are Returning to Indonesia After Emily and Oscar departed for Switzerland, David spent the next few days in Rome, intensively analysing the flash drive Emily had provided. The information within was incredibly detailed and lethal—the Hydra's internal structure, Maximillian’s headquarters locations, their financial network, and the names of key individuals involved. Maximillian was indeed the mastermind behind many Hydra operations, using the “Thorne” name as a cover for some of his activities.

Kay replied. That did not sit well with Charmine. “Help Max D’Cruz to develop in this country?” “Speaking of which, that’s mysterious on its own too. Max is a genius business bigshot, never interested in business since young and focused on commerce. He owned up to sixty percent of the real estate development in Burlington. From this year onward, he suddenly became involved in many real estate developments overseas, he’s ambitious. In this recent month, he had his eyes on Burlington. He’s obviously trying to expand his power.”