Novel & Cerita Mr Ohare

Two days has passed and it was already Monday. We all were on edge for Wednesday, but dad had the rest of the money so we just had to hope for the best. I still couldn't believe that I would be leaving my home in Boston to go to New York. I've been to New York when we visited family but now we would be staying for I don't know how long. That's the only thing that hasn't been sorted out yet. We were leaving to New York today and my heart felt broken.

"He's Charles O'Marra—a business mogul. Chairperson and CEO of the second-largest food and beverage corporation in the world." Carly's frown deepened. Monica. Her heart gave a sudden lurch. Was it just a coincidence... or something more? The name he was shouting for was the same as her late mother.

Kate replied glancing at her wristwatch while Camille had a pout on, getting bored with the whole thing. “We meet again,”She suddenly heard a familiar masculine voice, she lifted her face, her eyes scrutinized the figure. It’s the man that helped her that day, what was he doing here? She blinked her eyes, “You-” “Oh wow, I’m glad you remembered me. You left in such a hurry that day, who would have thought I’d meet you here?” The man said and Camille cleared her throat. “Xavier Huston. Number one top list of the first Trillionaire on the world top chart, he’s from-” Kate whispered into Camille’s ear but Xavier’s glare made Kate stop.

Oscar opened the door and I regretted asking to come down to Aaron's office. "Helena!" The Alpha of the Red Rose pack, Imer, growled out. The same Alpha I had ditched a date with. I was in deep trouble!

Something simple enough to hide my identity totally and give me the power to be another person just for today. I seeped in enough air before gathering the confidence to walk into Hargrove's Airlines. My eyeballs rolled behind the spherical eyeglass that sat on my nose, as I managed to take in the whole environment. A lot of people walked in groups to and fro the first floor. While some late-timers galloped through a door with bags either clutched to their chest or dangling by their sides. My gaze finding that one person I came here for, Jules Hargrove. The self-made millionaire according to research. And CEO of Hargrove Airlines. He's a famous philanthropist in the city and was seen in the t

But the main event, the one everyone was waiting for, was the Oberoi announcement. A sleek black Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance, its window tinted to obscure the occupant. As the door opened, a man dressed in a tailored tuxedo stepped out, his expression was unreadable. Aryan Oberoi, the newly appointed CEO of Oberoi enterprises. A name synonymous with luxury, power and wealth. He was the son of Advik Oberoi, the billionaire, and this conference was his official introduction to the global business arena.

This route Henry Nosrevi takes will be a success on the plan, because every relationship built with interests starts with a meal like this. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ The time is evening when we arrive at the O'Hare International Airport, where the hangar of Jamie’s private jet is located. Although he is slightly shorter than me, he can walk at a really fast pace. Maybe it’s my high heels that are making me slow. Jamie dresses himself in a suit, puts up a pair of sunglasses on his face, and carries only a suitcase in his hand.

Their intense discussion indicated that it was more than just a casual encounter. Cain nudged me and whispered into my ear, his voice laced with bewilderment, "That's Mr. Howard, our company's Chief Operating Officer." His words sent a jolt of surprise through me. The significance of Haze meeting with such a high-ranking executive was not lost on either of us.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.