Mr Chemistry Novels & Stories

“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”

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.