Mr Morale Review Novels & Stories

I gasp surprised of Brigor's height "Seventy nine pound." "Is it normal?" I asked. "The fuck?" Brigor said thinking that I'm insulting him. "Yes it is, it's an ideal weight of a six footer man." "What's next?" Brigor asked. Doctor Crawford began checking Brigor's vital signs. "Heart rate one hundred three beats per minute, blood pressure seventy millimetres of mercury and temperature thirty seven degrees celsius." "Normal or not?" Brigor asked.

"That's why I told you to miss yesterday's meeting and leave only Arthur Reeves with them so you can hear their real intentions. There it is! They see you as nothing, absolutely nothing!" Morris fumed, his chest heaving with his rising anger. He could not believe the guts of these people who worked for him. He was the one that found Arthur Reeves which means he indirectly built this company to this point. Their praises were supposed to be for him, not Arthur Reeves. He seethed in rage, thinking about what he had gone through building this company to this level and now, a random man from nowhere thinks Arthur Reeves is a better leader than him. Just like that!! He was sure that most of the ot

Hehe, it seems I’m getting paranoid just by looking at her She collected the mic from fatso and spoke “Hello everyone, I’m Gabi Moroñe and I’m the new president of MRC, it’s so nice to see all of you are in good health. Regards from my father to all of your families, I hope the company is treating you right. Well, I’ll get down to business, I’ve been sent here to supervise the running of the company and to cut slackers who are just wallowing In piles of money, while their work sits all dusty in a corner, I am here to cut off ghost workers from the pay roll and make sure we get million nen projects to work on. Like your boss said, I am here for the improvement of MRC and I know, together we c

The dim light of the lamp cast soft shadows over his face. “Still working?” I teased, wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind. He sighed, setting down his pen. “There’s always something to do,” he murmured, but his tone softened when I kissed his temple. “How was training today?” “Incredible,” I said, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “Their enthusiasm was contagious. I think this might be one of the best things we’ve ever done.” He looked up at me, a small smile curving his lips. “You’re right. I saw the report from Gamma Marcus—Pack morale is improving faster than expected. People feel more connected, more hopeful.”

His jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes as the pieces fell into place. “Morvain left early this morning!” he shouted. “This is his fault, bringing a human here in the first place! What was he thinking?!” He slammed his hand against the table, causing plates and cups to rattle violently “He should have been focused solely on his mission!” Lord Moran continued, his voice rising with each word. “Nothing else mattered! This entire situation exists because he failed to do his duty!" “So that means… there truly is a human here?” the warrior asked.

"I haven't destroyed anything yet." "The night is young." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "But I have faith in you." I allowed myself a small smile. Maybe the training had worked after all. Maybe I could actually pull this off. WhenI saw Elder Morris approaching, my heart stuttered. Elder Morris was one of the pack's most traditional members and he was also famously observant, known for noticing details that others missed. During the campaign, he had wavered in his support. The rumors about my background had troubled him. He had only committed to Reed's side after the decisive handling of Derek's arrest.

Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day, handle all important mails and forward any emergency that needs my attention to me". I said grabbing my car keys and heading to my private parking lot. " Nobody messes with a De Marco and goes free". I said to myself, reaching the parking lot. I got intoy car and zoomed off.

CREDIT: NORA. INVENTORY ACCURACY — HIGH. CREDIT: SAM. PERIMETER RESPONSE — FUNCTIONAL. FIELD OPERATIONS — STRONG. COMBAT EXPOSURE — CONTROLLED. LEADERSHIP ADOPTION — ACTIVE. GROUP COMPLIANCE — MODERATE TO HIGH. MORALE — FRAGILE BUT PRESENT. CREDIT: BEN AND NONVIABLE PLANT. INTERPERSONAL RESOURCE ALLOCATION — DEFICIENT. Maya stares at that last line. “No.”

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”