Novel & Cerita Mr Chino

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

I wasn't informed that we could have a date. I knew I would be at the warehouse for a few hours, so I brought a few snacks. Someone knocking on my office door inturpted 'my eating cheetos' time. "Come in." I say with a mouth filled of cheetos. The door opened, and Vincenzo came into view. He is so fricking handsome. "Ciao, bella." Vincenzo greets. [Hello, beautiful]. A bright smile takes over my face, "Hey," I say, "What are you doing here?"

He spoke softly then kissed her hand that gave Shino a sour look of disgust, “Pleasure is all mine” Rhianna blushed about what the gentleman did and was puffing her chest nervously. On the other hand, Shino was tearing up from keeping his laughter inside and not embarrassing himself in front of many people. In fact, he’s ready to use the opportunity to expose her funny stolen pics to get a five-hundred peso bill. “I must say, you have a very lively crew Mr. Zhackary”, the man said with a hint of joy in his voice. “Well thank you sir. I got the best team I could ever ask for. And it has been an advantage of me to work with my classmates back in our senior years”, Zhackary replied confidently.

Clancy's POV "Mr. McCain... Mr... Mr...." My mind jolt back to consciousness on hearing the voices around me and I blinked my eyes to see the foreign investors staring at me from the different corners of the conference table. I cleared my throat and adjusted my posture on the chair. "Where were we?" It was so difficult breathing without having Sofia Dante here with me and knowing she would be pissed at me for not keeping to my words. "You're up," The Chinese gentleman said to me in his native accent and I gulped before rising to my feet.

Was this man suddenly doubting his abilities all because of the reason that he was a foreigner? “Look, Mr. Cheng! In China, you are the infamous god of cases but here in New York, you are a nobody!”

Vino breaks eye contact as he turns to whisper something to his companion and the latter blush badly. “What makes you...........” Vino couldn't complete the sentence because he was called up to the stage. Leaving her with Camille his date for tonight. “Wow!!. Mr. Vino Thompson, You've done a really good job I must say, I love the mural the more.What makes you choose that theme.” Mr. Ernesto Cruz said to him. He was a spanish business tycoon and the owner of the art center in New York. Skylar tunes out on them as she turns to she's turned to listen to what Camille was asking her.

“I’ve got the company card, honey. The sky is the limit." A man in a sharp gray suit walked up to the booth to stand directly in front of Mark gaining his attention. "Mr. Montgomery?" the man asked, raising his voice to be heard over the bass. Mark looked up, annoyed. "Who are you? I’m busy." "My name is Mr. Chen," the man said. "I have some information regarding your current... situation. I think we should have a conversation." "I don't do business in clubs," Mark snapped, waving him away. "Go away. Talk to my secretary tomorrow."

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

“Well, I was just telling Mr. Romano here about how much I admire what he does.” “What he does?” Charlene looks at me like I’ve gone mad. “You don’t know who he is?” She scoffs at me. “Some friend you are,” bitch, “Mr. Romano is the CEO of New Orientals. Please tell me you know what I’m talking about.” I nod, a tight smile on my face. “Of course.” “I’ve been to a few of the same conferences you have attended over the past three years.” Her attention is fully back on him. “As I’ve told you before, Mr. Romano, you are such an inspiration.”

“Mr Damon, ah it's good to see you this morning. I'm glad you're here.” “What’s the matter now? You never come to welcome me by yourself unless there's an issue.” I replied, bored. He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his head while hurrying to match my pace. “We might be having a little issue with the records. The financial records, and we cannot meet with any new investors until we sort this out. I hear you're supposed to have a meeting later today. Can it be—” “Postponed?” I demanded, cutting him off. “No, it cannot. Figure something out. You're the CFO for a reason, or is there a need to consider someone else?”