Mr Presdir Novels & Stories

“Good, just note the key decisions, not the back and forth. Be in the boardroom by eleven.” I went back to my desk and opened the folder to start on it. It had been three weeks since I started here, and most of the time it had been busy but manageable. Meetings filled our schedules, and documents kept piling up. Today was the last of a series of meetings the company had been holding, and for the first time, Mr. Prescott himself would be attending. I had never met him in person, he gets to the office earlier than everyone and leaves after everyone has left, never seen him him interact with staffs and when he has guest over, Logan takes care of that.

"He never lied to me. We're equals. Unlike you—CEO of a soon-to-be-bankrupt, third-rate company." I nodded toward the conference room doors. "Now, Mr. Prescott, go take your seat as the rep of a sinking ship. "Let's talk about your family's collapse."

"Tell me something interesting about you, young lady." President Desmond said to Mel as they took a stroll. It was hard to make Bryce agree to this, but Mel assured him that she would be fine. The man was silent during their exchange. Mel decided to answer honestly. "My baby." She said. The man was taken aback by her response. He stopped walking and Mel did the same. As a sign of respect, she had her gaze lowered. "Hmm, I see." He replied, still studying her.

I knocked on his door and didn't hear him reply. I wonder if he's even in here. I knocked on the door again and still didn't hear a reply. I'll just open the door instead. I opened the door and stuck my head in to see a old man that looked around 68 years old, sleeping with his head down on the desk. "Excuse me." I said slowly walking to the desk. He still didn't reply. "Excuse me Mr. Derlin." I said a little louder. He still didn't reply.

She pressed a finger on the corner of her lip and gazed at the ceiling, thinking. “Hmmm... I think it was Sleeping Beauty. I believe I was kissed by my prince charming.” Then I heard Erik loudly choke on his tea. Daniella, Suri and I turned to look at him and we saw the red-faced president, clearing his throat uncomfortably. Some of the tea spilled on his expensive jacket so Mr. Clyde quickly took his handkerchief and wiped the wet parts of the cloth. “Are you okay President?” I heard the butler say. Erik raised a hand to stop Mr. Clyde’s nervous cleaning. “Never been better,” he replied coolly.

He had hardly taken a step away from the door when the now familiar voice called out his name. “Josh, dear. I was left wondering where you had disappeared off to,” Mrs Patterson appeared at the end of the hallway. “I’m glad I’ve found you—I need some of your insight on drafting new schedules for the staff. Kane has been singing your praises and I now happen to know that’s your specialty. So, if it’s no trouble...” Josh wasn’t given a chance to mouth his wishes as the housekeeper turned back around and swiftly started down the stairs. He hurried after her, already taking note of the significant points in the words she was already spouting. •••

CHAPTER 2 LIKE THE OLD DAYS “Mister President, this way sir, Chief Ramires, and Attorney Colette are now waiting for you.” A dangerous and fickle man like him is something that I should avoid. I coldly nodded my head as greetings then turned my back against him and proceeded to my seat.

Her heart beat faster as she read the name written on his uniform. Amaneesh Chakraborty. She knew right away that it was none other than the Mumbai Police Chief. Amaneesh gave her a smile. “I would like to meet Narendra Prasadh, President of the Vishaya Group.” “Sorry, sir, Mr. Narendra and all the directors and managers are having a meeting. Being undisturbed.” "Oh I see? What time does the meeting end?” "I do not know. It could be until lunchtime or later.”

"Hello, Mr. Rogers." She tried to remove her hand, but Kevan's fingers tightened around hers. His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, "Ms. Seymour, you know who I am?" Larissa smiled politely. "Who wouldn't know you, Mr. Rogers? You're the president of Microworks Corporation." However, the moment she finished speaking, a series of gasps sounded from around her. One could hear the muttering coming over from a few other tables nearby. "Is that the president of Microworks Corporation?"

Greta approached them and then invited them to meet her fiance family, Micheal Mayer, who was the son president. "Ah, Noah so you're from west Virginia?" the president asked Noah as they make small talk. "Yes sir, my father is former US Navy, he has also been a secret service agent for several years," said Noah, there was a proud tone in his voice. President George Mayer nodded, "Before I became president I served in the ministry of defence, what was your father's name? I probably know him, I knew a lot of senior marines," the president said humbly.