Novel & Cerita Mr Chino

Rielle I had stepped out to grab Zayden’s usual black coffee with no sugar, just a splash of oat milk the way he’d started drinking it because of me—when I returned sooner than expected. The hallway was quiet, but as I approached his office door, raised voices leaked through the glass. I paused, hand on the handle. The door was already cracked open a few inches. I nudged it just enough to see inside without being noticed, then froze. Zayden was on his feet, back rigid, palms slammed flat on his desk. Across from him stood an older man…tall, silver-haired, impeccably suited. The resemblance was unmistakable: same sharp jaw, same storm-gray eyes. Father and son, no question.

I sob into his shirt He buzzes his PA and she comes walking in. "Yes sir?" She asks "Can you call my fiance Jace and tell him to come here asap?" He asks "Certainly. And Ms. Petrova for what it's worth i'm sorry for being so rude earlier" She says and walks away.

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

"And that knucklehead over there is Major, head of security and Boss's guard." "You work beside him?" "Not beside him per se, that would suggest that I am one of his oldest friends, I work more for him." "Oldest friends?" Rosalie chortled as she leaned forward onto the counter. "I don't think he is capable of having friends." "Oh, no. They are more like his childhood companies that became brothers. His second-in-command; Vincenzo Moretti, the one with the green eyes. Lorenzo Balducci, the man who ensures everything is in order for the boss. Marcelo Vitali, the chief of staff. And Romeo Alleva, the one in charge of recruits training. These five guys have been together since they were born. Al

He typed a few words and a couple of information popped up. “Wait… That face looks somewhat familiar.” “Yeah. David Rivers. One of our major investors. I don’t think you’ve been introduced before but he was there during our MOD launch.” Nothing rang a bell as I vaguely remembered his face. Was that the conference Charlie was talking about? If it was, he’d recognised me since then and only reached out now? F*ck him. “Doesn’t even matter. I never needed him for anything and I never will. I don’t want to ever talk to him, ever!”

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

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”

Bryce said and walked away. Roy enjoyed satisfying his boss's thirst the most and he could tell Bryce wanted this chairman Charles to be ridiculed. He was just the perfect person to help him carry out such a task. He smirked and that same proud smirk lingered on Bryce's face as he left earlier, because his assistant is one good actor and a crazy man at heart. Goodluck to chairman Charles's dignity.

Rino ─𖤝─ The glass in my hand was heavy, the bourbon inside the color of a bad sunset. I sat in the dark of my study in Chicago. There was a man kneeling on the Persian rug in front of my desk. His name was Miller. He’d been skimming off the docks for six months, thinking I was too distracted to notice a few missing crates of high-end tech. He was wrong. I’m never too distracted to notice a thief. "Don Rino, please," Miller choked out, his voice thick with snot and fear, "I have kids. I was just... the medical bills, they were stacking up—"

Rebecca said trying to persuade him. "Even I agree sir, A worker like Chef Grots is by far our best chef and experienced man, if we fire him we loose him to a better company or worse him starting his own restaurant". Jake said trying to pacify him too, he thought about it more after hearing jakes opinion,