Novelas y relatos de Mr Anonymous

I had to acknowledge that. Irina could possibly be dead right now if not for him and I didn’t want to even think of that as a possibility. I parked my car just outside the local bank and walked right in. “God evening, sir. What can I do for you?”, the receptionist asked. “I would like to make an anonymous payment to this account, please.” The lady’s eyes widen as she sees the amount scribbled on the slip handed to her. “Are you sure you want to keep it anonymous sir? That’s quite a lot of money.”, the lady asks.

12 “Everyone loves a munchkin with chef Anna!” Jessica added happily. “What?” Anna said and scrolled through her followers. She saw a strange follower without a name but just a letter. “N” “Who the hell is this? Trying to be anonymous. Could it be….” Anna thought she was confused. *** Morning It was morning in the office and all the employees gathered around the table with assorted foods with some other two popular chefs as they tasted the food on the table which was prepared by Anna.

“You’ve been quiet for weeks, actually. Ever since midterms. Miss Rivera, anything on your mind? The way he said my name made my neck crawl. I shook my head. “Nothing important.” He took another step closer. Between us the air grew thick. “For three months now, I have been getting interesting messages,” he said in a soft voice. “From Anonymous, someone who pretends to attend my ethics classes and explains it very well.” The temperature of my blood dropped to ice.

Everything gleamed with precision, luxury, and a sense of controlled power. “Bryan really does love perfection,” she murmured under her breath. A tall man approached with a professional smile. “I’m Ryan, the CEO’s personal assistant. You can just call me Ryan. I’m sure Noah briefed you on the basics, but let me be clear: what happens on this floor stays here. No scandals, no gossip, and absolutely no negative talk about the CEO. Confidentiality is everything.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of warning. They stopped in front of a massive double door.

The man smiled again and turned to the rest of the workers watching from the hallway. “Come closer, everyone.” They were all shocked, but they moved closer slowly. Then he turned to Mr. Evander. “This man here, like I said, is the one feeding you… and he’s the anonymous Mr. Alexander Draven.”

As she waited for his assistant to put her through, she stared out the window at the Rockies, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Matt – did you do this? There was a click. “Good morning, Naomi.” “Hi, Ryan. I’m calling because –” “Oh, I know why you’re calling, believe me.” “Yeah. Where the hell did this money come from?” “I followed up the second I got the e-mail alert and it turns out, it’s an anonymous donation. It was made yesterday through the accounting firm of Silvers and Edelstein, and they refuse to divulge their client’s name.”

“I’ve always wanted to see what kind of a woman you are.” Woah, halt! What does he mean by that? Am I that popular? I know that my family business is, but me? I doubt it very much. There was a discreet exchange of looks on both of them which I didn’t miss out. There must be some kind of information they have that I didn’t know about and it made me wonder what it is. “I’m Rohan Yash Maharaj Ambani by the way, Secretary of the Fancy Pants Club and a Kamasutra Guru.”

It's a text but from an anonymous number. Anonymous: where are you? ( That's what written in the text) Me: who are you?!? ( My text with a little harsh) Anonymous: I'm Romeo ( with a smiley face!) " Romeo?" I said to myself. Until a situation yesterday flashback in my mind. This guy was Adoneram Reid but why did he texted me if where am I? I texted back. Me: I'm in my room, why? Anonymous: I'm outside your house!

Motioning for him to take a seat, Gregory complied without a trace of concern for the man's intimidating demeanor. "So, you are the CEO of SiTech. I have heard much about you. People speak highly of your accomplishments. I am Gregory Adams, owner and founder of the Adams Association. Care to introduce yourself?" Gregory extended a cordial hand. "I am Jeremy, Jeremy Nobody," came the reply. "Hmm, an intriguing last name. Is it a family name?" Gregory inquired. "No, it is simply my name. I have no family," Jeremy responded.

MAYA If anyone would tell me that the CEO of Grey Textile and Clothing would ask me to be his model, I would call the person a big liar. But surprisingly he asked me to be his model. He even told me to drop the formalities and call him by his first name, Silver. It was like I was dreaming. But what bothered me was that Liam didn’t look too happy about the whole thing. It made me feel bad because if not for Liam, I wouldn't have met Silver and indulged in conversations with him enough for me to be his model.