Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

--- Later that night, Claire’s confiscated phone kept ringing — it was Paul. Claire was in the bathroom. Jason, after hesitating a moment, decided to answer the call himself. Paul was one of his assistants, so it wasn’t a big deal. "Good evening, ma’am. Mr. Bradford’s attending a press conference the day after tomorrow. Look after him tonight and tomorrow. He’ll protect you." Jason frowned but didn’t reply. Paul, annoyed by the silence, barked, "Don’t forget your promise! We had a deal. If you don’t take care of Mr. Bradford properly, I’m not helping you."

Mr Brady's elder son was a famous film director; he volunteered to film the commercial. He fell in love with the Anthony couple when they were attending The Ark TV Talk show. He wanted to have a good relationship with them. Maybe in future they will agree to be part of his movies. He was famous for being strict but fair. The Anthony couple was in the dressing room getting ready. Mr Brady had assigned two make-up artists for them, a male and a female. Mark was very handsome and he didn't want to offend the Anthony couple by sending a female make-up artist to him.

If only he hadn't lost them, his life could have been different… much happier… After spending some time in the cemetery, he left and headed straight home. **** The sun was just sinking into the horizon when there was a soft knock on his door. He was inside his office, reading some important documents to make use of his time when it happened. He lifted his gaze to the door. “Come in,” he said. The door opened, and a servant came inside. “You have an important letter, Mr. Bradford,” the servant informed him, placing a pink envelope with a ribbon on the table before leaving the room.

"What do you want?" "Don't worry," Marcus said, already feeling better about his situation. "Your boss is going to take care of everything." He had found a new way to get the money for his mother's surgery. And Cassandra Ashford had just learned what happened when you insulted the wrong person.

He continued, not taking his gaze off Bradford, which just made him even more nervous. Bradford was hesitant to answer his question, knowing that his answer might anger Mr. Clark, and he didn't want to anger him, as that would result in something bad happening to him. "Well, No… not yet… it's still too soon, sir. But, don't worry, it'll happen very soon." Bradford said trying his best to sound confident In Front of Mr. Clark. "I'll complete the task, I promise." He assured Mr. Clark. He didn't want him to think that he failed, because he knew what happened to those who failed Mr. Clark, they would live a miserable life.

Which you never did, or did, decided to ignore me. Then it’s time to confess. I walked away from you, told you to give your marriage a chance and that I didn’t like you... That I would do the same for my marriage... But I want you to know that I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I’m fighting for my marriage and I’m glad I’m doing the same. We both have beautiful families and we will know how to separate the personal from the professional... Looking forward to lunch, Mr.X ----------------------------

Gray hair didn't conceal his appearance; instead, he seemed proud to carry it. "Yes?" Emma smiled. "Are you Mr...?" She couldn't finish her sentence. "Bradford, Jack Bradford," he said. Emma wondered why she had imagined it could be him. Then she remembered her uniform with a small logo on the left side and another discreet one on her laptop bag. "Pleasure to meet you, Emma Spencer," he offered his hand in greeting, and she returned the gesture. "Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, leading her into a private dining room.

he placed the email on Raiden's desk, Raiden gazed up at him, signaling that he wanted the brief version. "Naomi Bradford has inherited her late husband's fortune." Felix expressed. "Late husband?" Raiden questioned. "Yeah, Mr. Bradford passed away a couple of hours ago."

Then pressing my shoulder, he chuckles, “Don’t worry! I will also come along and we will spend five to ten minutes in the station and then go and have a drink together!” I sigh and get up from my chair and we both walk out together. Mr Brad is almost in his mid-forties and he is dark with face full of pimple marks. He has a stout and round belly and keeps pulling up his trousers when he stands or sometimes when he walks. But he is a hell of a lawyer, scary and confident. As we walk to the hall where officer Karl was waiting, Mr Brad chuckles and looking at me he says, “Adrian! You should know how to tackle girls! Now let us not keep the officers waiting. Let us go to the station and clear th

Brad was in a deep sleep at night and was woken up by the phone. He was in a bad mood. He grabbed the phone on the bedside table with anger, and he was ready to swear. When he saw the name on the phone clearly, he immediately became timid. He rubbed his eyes and picked up the phone. "Mr. O’Connell." “Go and find out why the personnel department refused to recruit an interpreter." “Huh.”Before Brad could understand what was going on, he had already hung up the phone.