Mr Gu Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, ma’am.’’ He rushed towards me, his shoes awkwardly tapering against the marble floor, as he flew right ahead of me. He led the way in a quick manner, afraid of being late. “Come on, it’s not gonna do you any good if by the time you get there. You have a heart attack.’’ I laughed, and he looked back at me, adjusting his glasses above his sweaty nose. “But Mrs Olivia, Mr MacGuire does not like to be kept waiting.’’ “And I don’t like to be rushed either.’’ I took my time to watch my surroundings, staring at everything and anything. The assistants move around me at a minimum. This was the top floor, there were only two offices here but about five assistant desks at every little eleva

I groaned, rubbing my affected wrist after he'd slammed the door behind me. "Talk," he snapped. His curly hair looked like he'd ran his fingers through it multiple times, the veins popping out of his forehead and his reddened ears were enough for me to know he'd been cussing for the last hour at least. His black shirt was stained, he had on two different pair of socks and his pyjamas pants kept dropping below his belt.

I asked still cutting the grass. “No. It’s one of the Rodrigo, Diego.” The cutter on my hand fell immediately I heard the name that I despise so much. Why is he here? Wait- he’s here for something. Something I know only my father can give him. Hehe, Diego, you’re trapped. “How’s the Rodrigo company recently?” I asked while Irene scrolled through her phone. “It’s on the edge ma’am. They keep dropping in profit and loosing their clients to the Huston,” Irene explained and I smiled in nothing but victory.

Asked the same voice now closer. Feeling suddenly nervous, I turned and... Woao, just WOAO! The guy was spectacular. Tall, tanned, his eyes were a rare green and his mouth was encircled in a well-groomed goatee, his hair was low at the sides and high in the front. And when he smiled at me, hell, I had to suppress the sigh that formed out of nowhere. “I'm the publicist.” I replied when I noticed that he was waiting for me to speak and I was just looking at him intensely.

Two at best, but three? “Your name is Madeleine?” Kol whispered in my ears. I nodded, a little embarrassed. “There doesn’t seem to be any records of such here.” My face contorted in confusion. “I’m sorry please, but can you just check again?” “Your file isn’t even coming up on the system.” The woman seemed to be getting pissed off. “What?” I looked up at the sign above the office to be sure I was at the right place. Yes. It was St. Mary’s.

At least not yet. Aurora began to scratch her head because she was trying to remember if she had missed any important details. She said to Mrs Hart, “Em, I think that's all, mom”. “Alright”. Mrs Hart replied to Aurora. She rose from the place she was sitting in and was already leaving. She instantly halted when Aurora suddenly exclaimed.

I replied. “Thank God!” Imran said. “Why are you so dull then? What did Mr.Stone say?” Rashi asked. “Mr.Stone didn’t say anything, just apologized for the ball thing. He said that he actually thought my resignation was a ball deal and talked like that. Mr.Stone said he didn’t remember about the date at all.” I replied. “Wait! You are referring him as ‘Mr.Stone’.” Rani said. “Yeah! That is his name right.” I said casually.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

Rick and his friends were giving her looks, motioning her to move, but she just shrugged her shoulders as the teacher walked in and started his lecture. “You’re late again, Miss Charles,” the teacher who introduced himself as Mr. Gowen said and I looked up. Her hair covered her face as she looked down and I could see that she was around five foot five inches and almost too skinny. She was ten minutes late for class as she walked towards the back and sat down next to the girl Slade had been staring at since class started.