Mr Chips Novels & Stories

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

I have no idea what you're talking about. "Is this a prank?" "You tell me. I just told you you've got the wrong number! I'm hanging up now." "Katherine Tetrazzini. Is this you?" "Wait, how do you..," Katherine paused to refresh her memory even though she was pretty sure she never applied for a job on a business page, and definitely not two days ago. "Who are you?" "I'm James McHale, CEO of Dell's Enterprise," Katherine froze, "do you remember me, Katherine? I'm--

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Edward returned with a charcuterie board—artisanal cheeses, figs, honey, nuts, and crackers. “Sir Bryan, are you satisfied with the snacks?” Edward asked. “Edward,” Bryan said. “Yes, Sir Bryan?” Edward replied. “I want you to stop calling me sir or Mr. Just call me Bryan.” I immediately spit out my drink as Edward and I said in unison, “What?!” “Sir… Mr. Bryan… I don’t think I can—” Edward stammered. “That’s final. Any further complaints, email me. You’re dismissed,” Bryan said firmly.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

“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.

Charlotte interrupted, gaining William and her husband's gaze. "Okay that's fine. It's just that we need it later, I mean the paperwork, it's long overdue now." William said, trying to encourage Mr Mckellen to sign the paperwork. "Sorry William, we didn't realize it's long overdue, but we'll definitely get back to you on it, okay?" Charlotte said while rubbing her husband's back and smiling awkwardly at him, to prevent him from countering her words.

He questioned with slight mockery. I invited myself to sit in the chair across him, as I held the book to my chest. For a moment I quietly watched Vito type away on his keyboard. He had taken off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves to elbows. His eyes were red and tired but he showed no sign of retiring soon. "I'm sorry about what I said," I blurted out. "I shouldn't have accused you of something like that." Suddenly Vito slammed his laptop shut. "Something like that?" He scoffed. "I run the fucking Mafia. Do you think I ask for every girl I want? No. I take, because no one owes me anything. Get out of my office. "

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