Mr Chemistry Novels & Stories

He asked, “Is it about the assignment I gave to you? Did you find something fishy about Mr Brooks? What caused his rapid influence on society? Did you also discover how his company was able to make him extremely rich? I know that Mr Brooks is a rich man, but I don't believe that his company made him that rich” “I apologise for being incompetent, Chief Kelvin. I didn't find out what caused Mr Brooks' rapid influence on society. I also have no clue why he's so rich. But, there's something important I recorded when I was working under him”. Ray said. He took out his cell phone from his pocket, and after he had entered the recording app, he left the phone on Kevin's desk and played the recording

I reached up and pulled it down without looking, expecting Emma, Emma always knew, somehow, when to call me and looked at the screen. It was not Emma. The message was from a number I had saved last night with no forethought whatsoever, sitting in that parking lot with my forehead on the steering wheel. Cameron Tucker. I opened it. Good morning, beautiful. I have a session with some 4th graders this afternoon, teaching them the basics, mostly chaos, entirely entertaining. I'd love it if you came and watched. Just thought you could use something that makes you smile today. I read it twice, then I read it a third time.

The confidence that I somehow conjured up, soon went away as I came to the realization that I was gonna be in big trouble with him. "I-I" is all I could say before choking up. I stared into his merciless eyes and I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to. His face changed. Gone was the straight face to anger. The aura around him became dark and I didn't want to think about what he was gonna do to me. "Mr. Romani." He says as he fixes his tie before standing up. I stand up as well. Trying not to back down.

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”

"I know... and I've heard so much about him. Drestech.Co's CEO, Nicholas Drey, that I'm not sure what is or isn't true." "I think I might have seen him once when our worlds crossed at some exclusive event. He doesn’t appear on cameras. So, I doubt there are recent pictures of him, if there are at all. I might have the memory of a goldfish but I remember him being cold though. Devastatingly, wickedly, handsomely cold." She winked. "Ew.. that's my new boss we're talking about. Get your mind out of the gutter. " I scrunched up my nose in distaste. It was no news that Thea was active and very open about her midnight endeavours.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

She sat there for a moment, staring at each of them intensely, they all sat up and straightened their postures when they felt her gaze on them. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, without wasting much of our time let's get straight to business. Mr Romans, please brief us on this meeting" She said in a light tone but the authority in her voice couldn't be masked. "Yes Miss West," he said and stood up, connecting his tablet to the projector. Everyone diverted their attention to the projector and he started explaining "This meeting is to discuss further on the designs for the next jewellery exhibition, the marketing, available resources and everything else" he finished and disconnected the tabl

mum said. “Why don’t you try hooking Joyce up instead?” I asked her. “She’s going on a date with Moretti on Sunday.” “Moretti as in Frank Moretti that lives a few blocks down?” “Yes, he’s a nice man,” she answered. “He’s thirty-five, he still lives his parents, he’s unemployed and has a criminal record, mum. How does that even sound nice?” “Mrs Moretti said he’s working on himself, he’s becoming a better man.”