Mikumo Mha Novels & Stories

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

“No!” ********

Simmons, one of the investors, pointed out. "I'm not just handing it over, I'm selling the company. For whatever price. I'm tired of this shit and I won't stop any of you from overhauling everything." I said. They looked at each other as they contemplated what I said. "Ten million." Mr. Elliot raised. "Twenty million." Mr. Simmons chipped. Suddenly, this has become an auction. "Forty million." Ms. Michaels offered. These people are offering not even a quarter of what this company is worth, but given how much I fucked up the last few days, I'll let it slide. As long as I get this company off of my hands, any downfall that will come after this is no longer my fault.

she said. Alex spat out another mouthful of blood. His body shook even more, and his face grew paler by the second. In fact, he could only stop himself from falling by kneeling on one side. He chuckled with difficulty. “You call this…fulfilling your promise? Indeed, nobody from Japan is trustworthy. You’re all scums.” “What?!” Maiko exclaimed angrily. She was a royal member of Gokudo Soshiki, and she held a position of great importance. How could she be called a scum?

The Mihama District, or Mihamaku is set on a piece of reclaimed land overlooking Tokyo Bay, Mihama-ku is located with corporate headquarters and event spaces such as the Makuhari Messe, where international exhibitions and indoor sports take place. He chose Mihamaku, because the distance between Tokyo and Chiba was not too far, especially by shinkansen. He can also play his hobby of playing rugby as long as he manages his company here, he usually plays at the Zozo Marine Stadium, then relaxes at Makuhari Seaside Park. Enjoying the sunset with a glass of cocktail from his restaurant. Keiro Mizugawa, or Key junior, a successful businessman from Tokyo. He is the CEO of a top dairy company in Jap

He gave me a concerned look “Are you okay? We can start the meeting without you, you know that right?” “Don't worry.” I said, showing the dossiers I was carrying in my right hand “here I have the signed contract from both parties, also the NDA and the points to be discussed about the campaign.” “Hmm, okay.” not very convinced he entered the boardroom leaving me behind with my thoughts “Woao! What beauties we will have to work with.” I heard him say all flirtatious as he was “let me introduce myself beautiful ladies, I am Paul Richie and I am part of the Be Productive board.”

The grand hall is the highest point in the whole of Boki's temple and believed to be built in the middle. It stood tall on layers of bricks and stones over twenty metres off the ground. It was mostly used for training sessions. I was sure no one would be in it taking the steps two are a time I hurry to the spacious hall the doors were open wide, empty like I expected. Looking through the wooden windows I spot pa's silver robe, he was heading towards the forest he suddenly stops scanning his environment certained no one followed him he vanished