Mr Hopp Novels & Stories

My best friend, Rachel Jennington, died. The shock shook me to my core. I saw her body split open into little chunks when the truck hit her, and I fainted. When I woke up, I saw my husband sitting right next to me. He was a busy man and a famous scion in Imperia. Timothy Hopkin was the CEO of Hopkin Group. This was also the first time I saw him in two months. He looked at me expressionlessly. "You're awake."

I greet them with a smile. "Hola, mija." My mama walks over to me, kissing my cheek. "How are Amelia and Diego?" My mama asks. "They're good." I reply, walking over to my papa kissing his cheek. "Hola, mija." He says. "How was your meeting?" I ask. "It got moved to tomorrow." He informs me, and I hum in response. "Did we get new recuits yet?" I ask hopefully. "Yes, you can start training them tomorrow." He replies

I said and come back on looking for a pipe wrench. "I know," he replied with a smirk and arranged those blue bent tubes. "When will you go back to school?" "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "Eh, you could just call me the way you called me earlier. I'm your classmate in history class... Remember? Anyway, when will you come back? Heard you inherited a farmhouse in the woods." His ending words made my heart skip a beat. Mr. Stanley doesn't look much like a talker, and he would probably not talk about his work matters to any stranger.

"Uncle, if Harry really wants to join Montgo Group, he can start by submitting his resume. Montgo Group is so big, there should be a suitable job for him." "How could that be!" Hank Sullivan flatly rejected the suggestion. He knew very well that his son had no abilities. If they followed the usual procedures, Harry wouldn't even touch the doorstep of Montgo Group. "Vivienne, Asher is your boyfriend. Can't you arrange a position for your cousin?"

Smiling, he asked, “So, these are your old classmates? Impressive!” “Everyone? This is Mr. Spicer,” Roxanne introduced immediately. “Mr. Spicer is a member of the military. In fact, the mayor himself interacts with Mr. Spicer with nothing but respect!”

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.

Having made it through the boardroom triumph, his presence was sufficient evidence. From across the room, he observed Harper Lane walking a man in the direction of Clarkson. The man, Gerald Hopkins, was a Boston old money legacy investor, old biases and older money, notorious for his over-inflated ego and his inhumanly right-wing attitudes. He was also, Jonah recalled from a drunken late-night immersion in investor profiles, dangerously over-leveraged in fossil fuels. Harper's smile was a blade razor as she presented him. Jonah remained there, a cold ball constricting his stomach. This was a trap. He could feel 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,

She straightened herself on her chair and watched in anticipation. The door opened with a creaking sound, and a man entered. Sherry raised her eyebrows as the man walked in. She had not expected him, however, after seeing him, she knew it was only fair he came. It was about time for her daily dose of hearing him banter with her. “Hello, Doctor Sherry,” Mr. Hopkins, the assistant neurosurgeon said as he made himself comfortable in the room. Like always, he looked around the office and smiled. “Living a luxurious life, I see,” he chuckled as he leaned back on the couch.