Mr Anderson Book Novels & Stories

Emiliana “While numbers are up on purchasing, there are some figures we would like to address with you.” Mr Rogers spoke deeply to me, his white beard muffled the majority of his words but I could just about make out what he was saying. “Sure.” I replied pointedly. My assistant was beside me, she had been reeling out the data from the sheets while Sandra clicked her pen annoyingly from across the table. Her brown fringe wiggled frustratingly across her face every time she looked down to write something and I had to fight the urge not to pull a hair grip out and shove it into her skull.

With an unsettled mind while driving in full speed, Jade drove back to his hotel. Everything about his facial expression wrote disappointment. "You have a guest sir." Mr. George stood up and reported immediately his eyes met with the CEO's. "Who's it?" Jade knotted an eyebrow interestedly. "He said he is Rome Anderson." Jade nodded his head and walked in. Opening the door, he met Rome seated on a chair at the entrance. He stood up immediately Jade walked in.

A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER (Becoming his addiction) Chapter Over at the company where the employees walked about trying to carry out certain task, Mr Peter was seen in his office scribbling down notes when the door to the office was pulled open by Gerald for Xander to walk in. The pen Mr Peter held froze in place on seeing XANDER and with a smile, he spoke. "MR XANDER you're here" he said, his eyes on Xander who had his seat across him.

CHAPTER 27 Morning arrived, not with a gentle touch, but simply, quietly. The first hint of gray light, like a muted watercolor wash, seeped through the penthouse blinds, stretching long, indistinct stripes across the rumpled sheets. Andrew was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his phone held loosely but unlooked at. The screen’s cool, sterile glow reflected in his eyes, a stark blue against the room's deepening shadows.

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>Daniel Anderson's mansion< Deep frown lines etched Daniel's face as he engrossed himself in reading a file in front of him. His study was dimly lit, with the only source of light being a single lamp on the desk, casting long shadows across the study. It's somewhere around midnight, and Daniel was already too tired, he's had a long day dealing with some of his offenders. The study is almost too quiet for any human to be inside, mostly because his mansion is huge and located in a very remote area, in fact, he is the only human living in this area because he needed a place where he'd do his business freely, with no obstructions.

He was still very much hungover and could hardly walk straight. He climbed into the car, flipping out his phone. Missed calls… a lot from Elodie and there was one where they had spoken. What had he said? He wondered. He shook his head and then turned on the ignition of his car, backing away from the bar and straight home where he let himself in. Everywhere was quiet which indicated that no one was awake yet. It was better because he wasn’t about to explain his whereabouts to his mother or wife. He was just about to cross the threshold of the living room before he saw her, Elodie. She was laying on the sofa with her arms crossed against her chest and her mouth slightly agape.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

He stood there with an emotionless face but his eyes were staring deep into mine. “Mr. Anderson, can we talk in my room?” The doctor spoke, breaking our eye contact. He didn’t utter anything but walked away to the door. The doctor and the nurse did the same thing afterward, leaving me alone in the room with so much confusion. “What’s going on?” I mumbled alone. My hand automatically massaged my temple as a sharp pain hit me when I tried to recall some memories. It was totally blank. “Wait, just now the doctor called him Mr. Anderson and called me Mrs. Anderson. Why did I have his surname?” My eyes widened and my mouth parted. “We are husband and wife?” I blurted out with disbelief.

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