Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

Food comes later. The sounds of my foot tapping on the floor echoes across the hallways. Somehow, I felt that someone was watching over me but I shrugged it off and went my way. Mr Young substitute always arrives late no matter how late I arrive in the class which is a good thing for me. When I returned to school two months ago, I had little hope that he would still be teaching us even if he disappeared without a word, but my world crumbled when Miss Rose came in smiling, introducing herself as Mr Young's substitute. It amazed me that nobody knows the real reason Why Mr Young quit teaching us. There were numerous ridiculous rumors going around and I would be lying if I said that I didn't en

"Nah I can't remember man. I'm just glad I got this place. It's still a shit hole, but at least I got a kitchen and a living room yah know? Plus I got my own room. I don't have to be in the same sleeping proximity as my other roommate. " Brandon chuckled and nodded his head. "I don't get you, Russell. You can't tell me you're not looking forward to getting some action this year man? It's time you start having some real fun man. You haven't dated anyone for the last two years. Don't you think it's time to get out onto the field again?"

Mackenzie knocked anyway. "Come in. Close the door." Morrison was in his sixties, ex-military, with the kind of face that looked like it had been carved from granite. He'd been a cop for forty years and had zero patience for bullshit. He also had a politician sitting in one of his guest chairs. City Councilman James Bradford. Mid-fifties, expensive suit, politician smile that didn't reach his eyes. The kind of guy who showed up when rich people got nervous.

“Mrs Knight, um.. welcome. Mr Knight is in a meeting at the moment but I can show you to his office.” Emily looked up at the familiar voice, only to see James's friend that was at their wedding. What was his name again? Brad. “Brad? Right?” She said with a smile. “I didn't know you worked here.” Brad scratched his head awkwardly. It was really weird when people found out he was James's best friend and assistant at the same time. But he liked the job. “Well, I'm his assistant.” He laughed awkwardly. “Well, Brad. Please call me Emily.”

No matter how much she searched through the profile, she could not find any recent photo, but this man before them undoubtedly was Clinton Bradford. "The Bradfords' estimated net worth is a hundred million dollars!" Mara read with eyes rounding. "Jackpot!" "He looks really familiar, though," Claire said, but no matter how much he stared at the man, she couldn't remember where he had seen him. "It doesn't matter because he is coming our way!" Mara exclaimed, and before they knew it, Clinton Bradford stood before them, exuding grace and confidence. "Clinton Bradford," the man introduced himself. "I am sorry, but I could not help but stare at your beauty -"

Mr. Lorenzo Junior's POV "Yes, I know I am a fool, and that is why this fool would not listen to you. I will end up marrying the love of my life, and there's nothing you or anyone would do about this," I said firmly. "And you wonder why I always compare you to Bradford, you disappointing ingrate." Bradford is the name of the guy he had brought into the company. I never really understood why he had to bring in a stranger, and not just that—he brought him in and didn't place him as a

So that is odd. The front door opens and I see Bradford walk in. He is the chief of police and a good friend to the club. What is he doing here? He never just stops by. I straighten up “ Bradford.” He nods “ Viper. When this came to the station I thought I would bring it myself.” he says handing me a manila envelope. “ What is this?” I ask. “ I don’t know. But consider yourself served.” he says and leaves. What the fuck? I have never been served papers like that before.But before I can even look at the envelope Lug comes charging in.

Brad said when the silence stretched on too long, “you’re officially my first guest.” “I’m honored. Lucky for me, I was there to rescue your errant fruit.” “Very fortuitous, indeed. You were in the right place at the right time.” “I don’t think we can give destiny the credit here. I was just leaving work.” “Oh, you work close by?” “Next door at the Maverick Heritage Center. I’m Curator of the museum there.” Brad paused with his mug halfway to his lips. “Curator? How old are you?”

I think Brad, Mrs Mills’ grandson, may have helped, though. He doesn’t get to see a lot of his father either, but he talks about him a lot. I have to say, in the father stakes, Brad’s dad is a hard act to follow since he gets to drive around in tanks and has a real gun.’ She stopped her light-hearted attempt to defuse the situation and the hasty smile she’d pinned on faded from her lips. But it seemed it might have worked.

“If you don’t want me working here, I understand. But I will be working somewhere. I have a bachelor's in marketing from Harvard, an MBA from Columbia, I will have a job.” Stacey- Bruce doesn’t like it. Me- Explain me to him. And promise, if he and Adam back down from this not working thing, I promise to let you and Bruce go at it first. Silence... Stacey- You are the best. “I’m not pleased with this deal,” Adam tells me. “But it teaches you a little something about me,” I tell him. “Ms. Bradford, she is no longer a candidate, she is the newest associate,” Adam tells her. “She will be on my floor. Promote someone to section manager.”