Miguel Ramirez Richard Ramirez Novels & Stories

KATE "Miss McCartney?" A tall man, dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, approaches the table where Meg and I are having lunch. "Mr. Coleman!" Meg stands up, and I do the same. "It's good to have you back." "I returned last night. I have a meeting with Ryan shortly." "Alright." Meg looks at me. "Oh! Kate, this is Mr. Niels Coleman. Mr. Coleman, this is Katherine, Mr. Ryan's new assistant." His gaze meets mine.

“He always donates to churches, and his donations magicslly makes women donate too, yeah they are obsessed.” “Okay, why do you all know so much about this man?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. Badly. “Because he's Miguel Ramirez. Not just any man. Damien Black and Miguel Ramirez are like the most eligible bachelor's, Miguel is more like a sugar daddy. From what I heard? He's in hus late forties.” So I've been fucking myself to the thought of a man old a enough to be my father? Good Lord, save my soul from eternal damnation.

"Richard" .

If the endless rows of books stacked on high shelves didn't overwhelm me, I'd blame it on the intense Topaz eyes watching me from across the room. I'd rather look anywhere else than get burned in those whiskey colored eyes. Get it together woman. Gosh, this confrontation thingy was a lot harder than I initially thought. Okay calm down Myra, you got this, just breathe. Easier said than done. I walked further into the room with Cruz in front of me. There were files scattered on his desk and his hands were clasped together and placed on the stack of papers. Somewhere between the clutter on his desk laid a brown polished name plate which clearly wrote; Miguel Carvalho - C.E.O

Later that day, in a private high-rise office, Leandro Cruz sipped espresso while reviewing documents with Joaquín Cruz. They were discussing board strategies when Leandro’s assistant stepped in. “Sir. You have an unexpected visitor.” “Name?” Leandro asked without looking up. The assistant hesitated. “Miguel Ricardo.” Leandro raised a brow. “Let him in.” Moments later, Miguel entered—sharp suit, tense jaw, fire in his eyes. Leandro smiled lazily. “Didn’t expect you to come in person.” Miguel didn’t sit. “I’ll make this quick. Stay away from Ximena. Whatever game you’re playing—end it now.”

Aguilar: “Miriam, how are you?” I asked, looking at one of the women who stood in front of me, representing her father. “I am honored that you admitted me here. I must admit, after hearing a lot about you, I did not expect you to do so,” she said, watching as I nodded at her to take a seat.

"He's the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the world." I felt a chill run down my spine. 'An heir? What does this have to do with me?' "His name is Miguel Rodriguez," Mr. Dela Cruz said. "The Rodriguez family is one of the wealthiest in the world. Technology, real estate, investments… they own it all." I nodded again, trying to stay composed, but inside, my mind was racing. 'What does this have to do with Carmen?' "And," Mr. Dela Cruz continued, "Miguel is supposed to be Carmen's fiancé."

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“If I held on, after all the loss that I went through, and if I stayed strong to raise you as a grandson without throwing you out like others would do to bastards; it is because I never saw you as any less than my grandson. When it comes to her, I never did bother looking at her, and I never asked to see her. If she sees me as a stranger and if she treats me as one, then she is not to be blamed. But you, you are to be blamed, not once, but a thousand times if you see yourself as one because you know, very well, that you were never treated as a stranger or as any different. If anything, you got the Sforza last name, the blood of a noble, and the lead of a creed.” “I am not going to work with

I told her. “There is someone in his office, Miss. Abel. And Beta Rodriguez wants you now.” she insisted when I realized who it might be. I thought that Luis would come here later today or even tomorrow. I turned around towards my client with a nervous look on my face. “My assistant will take down all your requirements. I will be in touch with you.” I told them when they nodded their heads.