Maxwell Library Bsu Novels & Stories

"Turns out I'll be going to that business summit in Scotland after all. Arrange my schedule around it." "Yes Mr Blackwell," **** The business summit at Scotland had every major player in the tech sector crammed into one ballroom pretending to enjoy each other's company. I saw Maxwell across the room within five minutes of arriving. He saw me too, our eyes meeting and his mouth curved, smug and satisfied. Good, he knew now that I knew and wasn't going to pretend anymore. He started making his way over like he'd been waiting for this. "Theodore." He stopped in front of me, champagne flute in hand, that smile still sitting on his face. "That was a hell of a launch that Maxwell Industries had, w

“Irish, you can go around seeing the various facilities in this mansion, don't be shy to do anything you want.” “Yes I do, thank you so much madam, but I think, I want to visit the library first because I love reading books and studying.” “Oh, okay, That's good for you.” I went to the library and saw many very interesting and rare books in this mansion, which I had wanted to read for a long time. “Wow, this is so complete, the Maxwell boys must be thrilled to be in this library, if only they had the same hobbies as I do.”

“Uncle Maxwell, I've been reviewing the recent contracts we've signed. Can you explain the rationale behind the partnership with Michael Carlson Enterprises? Their track record seems a bit questionable." Maxwell cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable, "Ah, Michael Carlson Enterprises, yes. Well, you see Scarlett, they are an up-and-coming company in the industry. Their CEO, Michael Carlson, is an old friend of mine from college. I thought it would be a good opportunity to collaborate, you know, strengthen our ties with promising newcomers."

Max pulled Ken with a chuckle. "Come on. I don't want to lose a good friend, because there are too many scary stories milling around campus on a late afternoon like this." Ken quickened his pace to keep up with Max. "What do you mean Max? Don't scare me, big bad wolfie!" Max turned and squeezed Ken's hand. "What did you say?" Ken snorted and walked quickly, this time he grabbed Max. The medical school library is located in a separate part of the faculty building and it is already a bit dark because on Fridays like this it is rare for students to study until the afternoon.

Maxwell said and cut the call. After that, Maxwell went to the bathroom and took a shower. He changed his clothes into a simple sweater and matching trousers. He sat on the couch and started checking emails on his laptop and everything that was related to all of his businesses. In a luxurious and beautiful house, a woman in her early 30s sat on the couch with her legs crossed on top of the other. She was beautiful with her chestnut long hair and dark brown eyes. She was surrounded by armed guards, as if she were a prisoner.

Maxwell’s POV We found Joshua where he’d always preferred to hide, among the polished anonymity of a private members’ club downtown, sipping something expensive and pretending the rest of the city didn’t exist. He was alone at a corner table when Alexander and I walked in. The room smelled of old leather and citrus; the light was lazy and forgiving. I wasn’t. Joshua looked up as we approached, and for a second there was the familiar, poisonous friendliness in his face. “Maxwell,” he said, standing as if surprised. “I thought you’d be in Brimworth another day. Good to see you.”

Maxim led her to a short hallway with windows on the left and a single door on the right. Maxim opened up the door and revealed a modern architecture library. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with black shelves full of books. The flooring was concrete with a charcoal colored plush rug in the center. Atop the rug were two gray sofas and a black lacquered coffee table in between. On the left and right walls were two arches. The one on the right led to an office with a matching interior, and the archway on the left had teal curtains hiding the contents of the room.

"Besides, don't you have to work or something?." Maxwell had other jobs, from what Breanna could gather, his family was rich and they had a big construction company. He claimed to have more on his plate these year because the company was partnering with an NGO in Africa to build shelters and schools for displaced people and children with psychological deformities. So aside from lecturing at Charleston, he was an undercover CEO, as she liked to say. "Not till one in the afternoon." He countered. "Still." "You're not touching anything, if I have to carry you back to bed, I will." He said with a straight face.

Ryan asks referring to Maxwell.