Mr Chew Novels & Stories

Claire stated, not showing any expression. “I’m Mr. Mark Merriweather, former CEO of this great company. I’ve been demoted to acting CFO for the time being.” The sixty-year-old man proclaimed he had a full head of gray hair. He is thin for his age but gives a sharp business aura when around. He always has a serious expression; never a smile could be seen on his aging face.

" Catherine asked wearing a disgusted facial expression. "That's Theeru mas, my favourite Maldivian breakfast. it's made up of tuna, coconut milk with steamed rice. You'll love it, that was why I ordered it specially for you, handmade by a private chef. Try it." William beamed a smile at her as he watched her gather some food. While Catherine was trying to feed herself, when she mistakenly dropped a few grains of hot rice on herself, "ow! Oh!" She flinched and exclaimed as she dropped the food she had gathered.

The other ladies chatted and laughed with themselves but ignored me as though I wasn't even there, but who cares I wasn't here because of them. Thirty minutes later, at exactly 4 pm, a man who strangely looked familiar to me came out of the elevator and our eyes locked on each other and a look of recognition and surprise flashed in his eyes. I could see it before the man masked it away and put on a serious and cold look. Since Henry’s office was made of glass he immediately rushed to him and welcomed him. Oh, so that means he is Liam Taylor the CEO then, I thought to myself as I saw Henry greet him. But the greeting wasn't a formal one it was more like they are friends.

The lunch crowd buzzed around us—office workers, delivery guys, a mom wrangling two kids—but as I slid into the booth across from him, the world narrowed to his blue eyes, steady and warm, locking onto mine. “Hey, Tee,” he said, his voice low, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts all morning. Brew & Bean turn up anything?” I set my bag down, leaning back against the vinyl seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a fraction. “Not much, but enough to keep me curious. The barista mentioned a regular—a guy in a hoodie, who works late in the back. Could be Marcus, could be anyone. Torres is checking if any Haven staff were spotted there. What about you? Any

“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.

I squeeled with excitement as I hit my third bullseye of the night. The men I had bet against groaned in annoyance as they handed their money over to me. Massimo watched me, pride on his face. I stuffed all the cash into my purse. "Attagirl," Massimo winked down at me.

You could feel it just standing near them. Leon pulled out my chair. Sat down beside me. Squeezed my hand once under the table, quick and firm, then let go. I understood. That was his version of you’ve got this. The one called Marcus Vance leaned forward before we had even fully settled. “Miss Chen. This engagement has made a lot of people nervous. You were rejected as a job applicant not long ago. Now you’re going to be Mrs. Knight. Help us understand how we missed something this significant.”

Amanda groaned and picked up the two glasses, pouring them down her throat immediately and wincing at the sour taste it left on her tongue and the burn she felt as it went down. "Woah!!" Mark exclaimed clapping with the others "guess our loser isn't much of a loser! She downed that under 15 seconds" he remarked, earning a glare from Amanda but he seemed unfazed by it. "Jonathan! Hurry up the second activity is another to start!" Alan shouted, poking his head into the kitchen so Jonathan can hear him very well. A few seconds later, Jonathan rushed out his mouth messy from the pizza crumbs "I'm here, I'm here" he yelled excitedly. Everyone chuckled when they saw him, and Malia gently wiped his