Novel & Cerita Mr Gatsby

TILDA I arrived at O. Gray Future Corporation at precisely 7 AM. As I stepped onto the gleaming marble floors of the massive complex, an overwhelming sense of accomplishment settled over me. This was it. My dream was finally within reach. By 8 AM, the interview was over, and I was directed to the CEO’s office. Oscar Gray. A name that carried weight. The most sought-after bachelor—untouchable, elusive, a man only accessible to the high and mighty. His wealth was immeasurable, his power undeniable, and his reputation? Ice-cold.

one of the ladies offered. And they began bombarding him with many questions. "And what might your name be?" "Where are you working?" "Which company you came from?" Gray didn't want Martin to find out that he came to this party, so he didn't disclose his real name and only answered, "Just call me Mr. Gee." “"Gee? Like G-E-E?" the lady inquired. Gray simply nodded. "Yep." Both ladies chuckled. "Geez!" "I'm only here because I'm distantly related to the Cadell family," he explained.

Fortunately, the customers were not many, and Daisy wouldn't have a tough time till I got back. I walked out into a small hallway and made my way to the door with the word 'MANAGER' inscribed in silver at the top. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. "W…what?" I heard his gruff voice stutter. "Come in." I opened the door and walked in. Mr. George, a portly and balding middle-aged man with brown hair streaked with grey, was counting his money behind his desk. I held on to the urge to roll my eyes.

Blushing slightly, she fidgeted with her hair that had fallen onto her face and delicately tucked it behind her ear. “Mmm?” “Mr. Rogers inquires if you are comfortable,” she relayed, and I gazed past her at a man who was making his way over. He was among the wealthiest in the crescent, the owner of the club, and boasted three companies along with two estates for his name.

Ethan replied. Mr. Ethan is the butler in the big mansion and he is a good, responsible, and well-respected man who will never lack behind or be lazy in his service as the house butler. "Less I forgot, I have brought you some things, Mr. Ethan," Rose said, handing a Gucci gold shopping bag to him. "Thank you very much for your kindness young miss, this lowly one will never forget your kindness," he said. He was visibly moved by the kind nature of his young miss. "Don't mention it" Rose responded with a smile.

"We're just waiting for our other guest to arr-" Mr Henries was cut off as the office door opened behind me, revealing the most devilishly handsome man I'd ever had the honour of laying my eyes upon. Ok, maybe that was an exaggeration, but let's just say that the photos I'd seen of him definitely didn't do him justice. "Mr Gray," the red-headed man stood from his seat, almost bowing in recognition of his boss. I also stood, completely awestruck. Everything about the guy demanded respect.

I walked into Mr Grey's office with a steady composed gait. I quickly took in the details of the place; it was spacious and cozy, just like mine, but a trifle more grandiose. He was sitting comfortably behind his mahogany desk and was busy digging deep into some files as I stepped in. He was an aged man, probably in his mid-sixties, with a slightly wrinkled face and grey hairs and beard. His husky English accent was also a dominant trait of his personality.

he spoke. After five minutes, a man, his height short, facial expressions evil and wearing a suit, he entered with a straight face. "Senor Gabriel..." Ashton spoke, as he slid the hand in his pocket. Senor was astonished to see the man in front of him, he was a handsome hunk. Wearing a branded maroon suit, he wasn't looking less of a top model or a celebrity. "You are?" Senor asked as he walked forward and got seated. "Ashton George, the Russian CEO," he introduced himself, confident much.

Even my earlier nervousness around him felt small compared to this. His eyes scanned the room, expression unreadable… until they landed on me. I adjusted my seat, feeling tiny under his gaze. Romeo cleared his throat. “Everyone meet the CEO of Gibson Corporation, our boss, Mr. Jazper Ray Gibson.”

“Fine! I will find out about it soon. You are just making it tough for me to win this case for you. Good bye, Mr Strauss” Before I took steps to leave, I heard him cleared his throat and finally he looked at me. “What’s with the formality calling me Mr Strauss? Sebastian would do” As usual, I could not look at his blue eyes staring at me for more than two seconds. I nodded my head and pointed at a name on the board, “Who is Robbie Barton?” “My late Grandfather, Robert Strauss, well he had many women who would spread their legs for money. You know what I mean”