Mr Chemistry Novels & Stories

I replied. “Thank God!” Imran said. “Why are you so dull then? What did Mr.Stone say?” Rashi asked. “Mr.Stone didn’t say anything, just apologized for the ball thing. He said that he actually thought my resignation was a ball deal and talked like that. Mr.Stone said he didn’t remember about the date at all.” I replied. “Wait! You are referring him as ‘Mr.Stone’.” Rani said. “Yeah! That is his name right.” I said casually.

“Come on. You’ve been dating him for so long. We all aren’t blind here you know? And he’s a popular face too” “Someone leaked the news that he’s the CEO of BrentWes Group. The President’s son. Gosh! Freakin’ BrentWes! Girl, you are big!” Ariadne could not contain her flattery and she laughed lightly. “Why does it seem like we don’t have lectures this morning? Or is it just you who’s uninterested in the classes today?” She threw a question at Karen, trying to change the topic. This question hurtled Karen back to earth as reality struck her that she had almost forgotten about the course advice from their Industrial Psychology lecturer which she was to convey to Ariadne.

In his gentle way, he put a good distance between us all this while. Besides that, all this one week would have cost me a big loss in my studies but all thanks to him he hired a teacher for me to catch up with my studies. Mr. Rakshit Rao is my teacher who comes at sharp 4 pm and leaves at 7 pm. He's a Ph.D. scholar, 26 yr old guy pursuing his Ph.D. in physics. Besides being a smart and intelligent man he's a handsome hunk as well. I don't know why but I've started to get comfortable with him now unlike the first couple of days. Yup, Mr. Wright didn't let me attend my classes. He even forced my professors to kick me out of the class if I tried to attend any this week.

Xavier cursed. “Okay, I will prepare your study room with necessary documents and files…excuse me sir,” Mike excused himself and walked out of the room. He walked few steps away from Xavier’s room and brought out the weather forecast, that states ‘it’s going to rain’ “Hehe…if I have told him it’s going rain today, he would have done everything to make sure he goes to work…tsk, tsk. I hope he heals,” Mike said and walk away.

“Ten percent? That’s quite significant, Julian. Are we to understand this is a permanent arrangement?” “Yes,” Julian replied smoothly. “Sophia brings fresh strategic insight and proven expertise in brand development. This strengthens our leadership.” “May I know your name Sir?” I asked the gentleman who has just spoken. He seemed quite surprised at my question but he eventually answered. “You can call me Mr. Thompson.” “I would really appreciate it if anyone wishing to talk could briefly introduce themselves first before saying what they have to say. Thank you so much for your understanding.” I said, everyone's facial expression was saying one thing or the other but I couldn’t care less.

Ben turned towards the stage and I started to cover my face but unfortunately my seat was in the front row and that man kept on staring at me. He came towards the podium, took the mic and started to introduce himself, "I'm Brent Jones from Harvard University specializing in neurosurgery. I'm invited here as a Head supervisor of a new research project." Before he finished his introduction, all the girls in the hall went nuts and started asking absurd questions about his personal life and his relationship status.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

I hope that after the opening day we will have so many investors that MAMA will be consolidated, and we will no longer need any X cent. — Good morning, Dalia. - greets Mr. X standing in front of the lecture hall. He turns towards me and lightly touches my arm. — Then I would like to talk to you in the office. —All right. - I respond with mild irritation that does not seem to affect you. —I look forward. - comments X with a slight smile.