Mr Chips Novels & Stories

“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?”

Rachel West disagreed, she couldn't eat those chicken and broccoli stir fry in vain, and she couldn't lose her dignity. She lay in front of his desk and gritted her teeth: "You are also the president of MK, so it doesn't matter what you say." "It doesn't count if I talk, how?" "You" Rachel West choked with anger. James Smith stared at her coolly, the little spark between his slender fingers flickered, but the smell of smoke made Rachel West cough from time to time. James Smith was absolutely disgusted by the sound of her coughing. He hated to see her pretending to be dead.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Chapter 17: CEO got sick I changed into my jogging clothes and opened my door. As I opened the door, I saw Mr Brent sitting in front of my door. He was asleep. I tried to wake him up by calling his name but he didn't respond. He was murmuring something. I got close to him to listen to what he was trying to say. He was actually calling my name, "Linda, Don't leave me again. I'm sorry for all I did. I will never do it again. "

It was as if her body was made of metal. While Theodore was busy struggling to retrieve his certificate, Beatrice was busy reading every word she could find in the same certificate. Feeling that Theodore had struggled enough, she read the words in the certificate as fast as she could. Few seconds later, she smiled at Theodore, who was struggling to snatch his certificate from her possession. “You're hired, Doctor Theodore. And in case you don't know, I am the CEO of this hospital. But you can call me Lady Beatrice”. Her announcement made Theodore gasp in disbelief, because he couldn't believe his eyes.

Ryker cleared his throat, he quickly pulled out a file from the envelope in his hand and laid it on Denver's desk. "We managed to trace back some financial discrepancies, and it appears that Masters has been bribing a few managers to manipulate our company’s financial analyses by tweaking the numbers in their favor diverting company funds for their personal gain. They've been misappropriating company funds and diverting them into their own pockets for some months now” Denver clenched his fist and his jaw tightened, he hardened his gaze as he digested the information. Corruption within his own company was a betrayal he couldn't tolerate. ‘I earn so much profit for the company and they get to

“Who cares about Joe’s money? He can rot in whatever hole is left after the feds finish with him. Clara didn’t marry him for the cash. She married him before she knew what a monster he was. Let it all burn.” I stared at the muted TV mounted on the wall. The news ticker scrolled past in relentless red: “Prominent businessman Joe Pritchett accused of large-scale money laundering… Wife releases explosive documents… #PritchettScandal trending number one.” Below it, split-screen footage showed Joe’s polished video playing on one side and grainy clips of people reacting on the other. The public had already split violently. Some were still defending him with the same hashtags he’d tried to weaponiz

She apologized as she stepped on the feet of the person in the elevator. “Are you always this punctual?” The sarcastic, but deep voice made her raise her head. Her eyes popped out in shock when she realized it was President Miller who was in the elevator with her. “Morning.” Okay! It came out like a muffle, but President Miller heard her anyway. “Morning, Miss Rodriguez.” “ERM… I apologize for being late. It was my intention to come to work this late” Amelia apologized with a low tone. It was obvious that she hated to apologize to him.

Since then one of the girls or Derrick had been the only ones allowed to enter the house when he had not been home. Jarrett loved chewing peanuts or sunflower seeds when he had not been able to crack open any peanuts. He often left a good deal of trash near his chair and empty beer bottles. He liked his steak, which was always his preferred choice medium rare, and his eggs sunny side up. A working man all his life, he mostly did just that aside from his other pastime of chasing loose women, usually blondes, and indulging his drinking habit.

I groaned as I stretched and uncle Mike played with my hair like I was a dog. I swatted his hand away as he laughed and began to walk towards the end of the car when uncle Brody pulled up into the parking spot on the side of us. I could hear the music blasting and I just rolled my eyes. Turning the car off, they both got out as I leaned back on the car and waited patiently. I was so ready to get in there and get some pretzels. That's pretty much what I'm thinking about. There's something about mall pretzels, they be dry but they be so good.