Mr Anonymous 소설 & 이야기

She took heavy and slow steps towards Nick. Nick shook with fear the closer she came towards him, thinking she was going to harm him. "Hey there, Nick. I'm Mrs. Ruby Matthias. I'm the wife of Mr. Edrek Matthias, " She greeted before taking a seat beside Nick. "Ok, little boy. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just need to inform you of something extremely important," Mrs. Ruby Matthias said, while stroking and grazing her fingers through 'frightened' Nick's hair.

“My name is Ophilla and I will be your moderator for tonight.” “Let me start by introducing our guest before we dive into this information. Our guest would like to remain anonymous but has provided his credentials to us and we as a station vouch for his resume. He will be referred to as Dr. J.” She turned slightly to the right where the box with the headlines disappeared and another box appeared. “Hello, Dr. J. We appreciate you coming on to speak with us such last minute.” “Of course.” His voice wasn’t altered but his face was blurred. He was wearing a suit and you could tell he was in an office. I swallowed and tightened my grasp on my knees.

I wonder what they need a second vice President for though. I quickly dashed into the bathroom and took my bath in a flash. In some minutes,I was done dressing up and had picked up my notepad to inform my personal assistant and my secretary about the contract. I instructed Vivian to look into the Roberge's company vice President and how to coarse he or she into signing with my company. Vivian called back later to tell me that the person is anonymous and hardly attend meetings unless it was something so serious. And that when the person shows up , it's always with a mask,the person is rumoured to be quick-witted,spots mistakes far better than anyone and makes a good deal of it,with high IQ an

“It’s a noble cause. I’m interested in supporting it.” I hesitated. “That’s… very generous of you, Mr-?” He smiled faintly, reaching into his coat pocket. My eyes drew to the raven tattoo on his neck. “Alexander Harper.” I accepted the small card he slid across the table. It had no logo, just his name and a discreet email address. “If you’re interested, you can reach out to my secretary,” I said politely. “She handles all discussions with donors.” “I would like to think we are closer than that,” He shook his head. “No secretaries. I prefer to remain anonymous. Public philanthropy isn’t my thing.”

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

It has been a whole freaking month. “We have to see, Henry. I have something I wish for us to talk about and I do not know how you are going to take it but I promise to go with whatever you want” She declared. “Is it something serious?” Henry asked “It is quite serious” “Then we should meet up today. Send me a text with your house address and I will come to you after work.” “Or better still, I could meet you at your house and we can talk there. It is really something I do not want an external person hearing if you know what I mean”

“What’s the usernames of those customers?” “They are anonymous, sir.” Ailee revealed. Bastian furrowed his face. “Anonymous?!” He exclaimed. Ailee nodded. “Yes,” she responded. She went silent for a few seconds and since Bastian didn’t say anything, she furthered her explanation. “Sir, I’ve contacted the tech department, and they reported that those anonymous users are at the same location when they posted the reviews and even sir, they are using the same Wi-Fi connection. Their connections are from the same sources.”

"That might be kinda hard, though; he's good, like really good." "I got that; I'm better." I ignored the groans from my compatriots. "I don't think you understand; I think he's one of the best in the organization." "It's not an organization, but I guess you can call it that." "What do you know about ANONYMOUS." "I am ANONYMOUS." "What?" "Did you think I just drew your name out of a hat?" "I don't understand. ANONYMOUS isn't any one person."

I mean who on earth could have been that generous? I moved closer to the desk. "Doctor, I sincerely have no idea who actually paid the f*e. Can you tell me who?" The doctor glanced at me and smiled. “Actually, the person didn't disclose his name. He's anonymous." This was much more confusing. There's no way someone I don't know would pay the money. It's not like my parents even know the amount we are talking about so it definitely can't be from them. But if it's not them, who could it be?

He’d start watching the Thomas couple after he’d met with this mysterious man whom JJ refused to name. Adrian went to sleep and slept through the night dreaming of dead wolves. He woke up the next morning with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He whistled as he showered and got dressed for his meeting with Mr Unmentionable. Mr Unmentionable was a short man with a thin mustache and a goatee. He gave Adrian the creeps as they shook hands. Adrian slid an envelope over to him which he opened and perused for all of five seconds.