Mr Chips Novels & Stories

His smile giving me the courage I needed to forge on. "MOD is the next I*******m. You get to share your exploration with the world and people can easily locate a place just by syncing with your map. It is also security protected. So, no. You won't have a murderer on your heels just because you've shared an exploration location. Be careful of exes though." The crowd had found it funny. Even Mr Drey's smile widened a little. I continued with more confidence and by the time I was done, there was a standing ovation.

José nodded and took the stick that she handed him. “One tin of pringles.” She retrieved the tin from her bag and slid it across the table and in return José gave her the password for the encrypted files. “Are you sure that’s all you need?” He glanced meaningfully at her phone on the table and back at her. “I have your number, I’ll call you.” She blinked up at him. “Pleasure doing business with you, Chica.” José stood from his chair and threw her a wink as he popped a pringle in his mouth.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

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

Now, outside my skyscraper office, I could see the driver already pulling in my latest model of Mercedes Benz. I opened the door and entered swiftly not being in the mood for any paparazzi shots. “Good afternoon sir. May I drive off?” I heard my driver ask. “Yes of course.” As he was driving off, I saw River holding a box of bagels and an iced latte. Is that an afternoon menu? The sight made me laugh slightly; River Harper, what a character. In a few minutes, we pulled up at Green Incorporation, where I had the meeting; the crazy thing about the CEO is that he literally just appeared from nowhere and is fast rising to the top.

“Oh, do call me Claire.” I liked Jarrett. He was so friendly and welcoming. He looked like he was in his seventies, he is a portly man with dark hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head. Whenever he said something he thought was funny, he’d wrap his French mustache around his index finger.

Maybe even the best flavor out there. He bought some other things, placed them in my lap and started up the engine. My thighs heat up from the warm food, McSlap is a great restaurant. My favorite in the entire town. They offer so many options. "I can't believe you still like mint chocolate chips." I moan around the taste, "I refuse to believe you don't. Have you tried it? It is delicious." "It's basically frozen toothpaste."

I heard him say all flirtatious as he was “let me introduce myself beautiful ladies, I am Paul Richie and I am part of the Be Productive board.” Suddenly, the voice that answered him made me stop short. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Richie, we are the founders and directors of Crafty Minds, this is my partner Elizabeth Mills and I am...” At that moment I went into the room, to meet the owner of the voice who had kept me awake all night and wanting more from her and then making me stop short when she completed the sentence. “... Olivia Wilson.” she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze.