Mr. Crocker Novels & Stories

When Mrs Crook had been satisfied by what she found on her computer, she'd concluded the admission process and had stepped out to get my schedule and books. Mrs Crook was a slim, frail woman with pale and wrinkled skin. My best guess was that she was pushing sixty, if she wasn't older, that is. I don't think I'll like Mrs Crook much. She looked stern, like one of those beady eyed, uptight old women. She had lectured me in much the same manner when she realized I was nineteen years old. She had been making snide comments about wasting my life away and now playing catch up when I should have been in college.

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

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,

Annabelle was left alone in her room. She could not bring herself to believe her family was actually trying to push her into marriage, a marriage she would forbid even in her dreams. Jake was the only son of a very wealthy family . His father , Mr Clifford, was the chairman of a powerful group in the society, the Ford group of companies. One would easily think he was the owner of the electricals and electronics company that went by the trade name Ford. Being the only son of such a highly respected power broker, everyone tried to get on his good side, including Annabelle's family.

A smug smile appeared on his face. “I know that your ‘old friend’ is Michael Noah McGregor, the famous CEO of Haynes-McGregor Industries. The two of you were high school friends, weren’t you?”

He glared, then grinned. Just by looking into those eyes, Ciara felt so humiliated and tarnished. “Mr. Crane,” someone called from the doorway. “Your guests have arrived.” The man, Crane Caddle, Ciara refused to say his name, widened his eyes, and lit up. “Ah. My prospective client, a group of great people who will change the future of the world forever.” He straightened up and put his hands behind his back, acting like a modest man even though he was nothing more than a scoundrel.

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.

Lucas did the same. "Hmmm, honestly I'm supposed to be with my wife presently having good time but something came up and it is so urgent that i had to attend to. It is something I want to inform you about before I take the next step" "And what is so important than spending time with your new bride?" "Dad, do you remember Mr Rogers?" "Yes, i do. The well know business opportunist. The man that was said to own many farm lands and shares in several organisation" Curiosity evident in his voice

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Greg’s signature carried the same authority as the CEOs and he was an excellent negotiator. “His daughter is getting married so he had to leave as well. Trust me, I’ve tried to talk to WCruds CEO but he said no. He won’t even speak to you on the phone to confirm that you have gone on your honeymoon,” Martin explained helplessly. “Mr. Wick is very difficult and I have worked on that contract for months,” Anderson sighed and said. Mr. Wick was the CEO of WCruds. He was very difficult but also one of the greatest billionaires. His partnership would be a great expansion for Crown Investors.