Mr Presdir Novels & Stories

*** I got to work the next day and resumed work as usual before Stanley came into the room and clapped to garner our attentions. “I must say that I am very proud of you all. I have never for once pressured you, yet you all have always delivered on time. I cannot help but grin about how high my company has ranked with this national news that we covered. With this achievement, I would like to give you all an early pass home for today and also some amount to get together while the person who made all this possible will be having a special dinner with me” he announced and turned to me “Miss Petals, please get ready to eat out with the president today” he declared but I just stood there looking a

"I'm CFO Mason, I'd rather just give you my name, because I hate my name. " The two of them started laughing and I looked at them with a bewildered look. How can Mase laugh with this man when he's coming at me through my nose? "I'm Brian Moncrief, vice-president..." "From Moncrief Enterprises, I know, how is your father doing? " "He's doing very well, right now he's on vacation in the Maldives, leaving me drowning in work. " "You're not even president yet that you find you have a lot of work, so what about when you are president? You'd better give up now if you find these responsibilities far too much for you. "

Elodie snapped. “Oh, I am sorry; have I offended you, Mrs Ford?” The sarcasm dripped from her tone. “My husband is not her so you can leave” “I will much rather wait here or inside for him if you don’t mind. I really have something important to say to him and I think you should know about it too” She mocked. “I do not think I want to hear anything you have to say, Sophia. You can have Henry, I do not care anymore what you both do but do it away from my home”

I will make sure she’d fall in love with me instead of him. My secretary knocked on my door. “Sir, your meeting is about to start.” I nodded and was about to say goodbye to Brianna when she spoke first. [I heard that. You’re slacking off, Mr. President.] I chuckled and pulled myself up. “Well, Miss President… For the record, I never slack off. I am a very workaholic man.” [Really? We’ve been talking for almost an hour, Rogue Adams. Is that what you call a workaholic?]

I have so many work on my desk that needs my attention but for the past weeks I haven’t been myself so I couldn’t work properly so slacking off was impossible for me. By the time my driver and assistant showed up, I’d perfected the “I’m fine” mask. Or at least, I thought I had. Elijah, my assistant, wasn’t buying it. “Morning, President Jay,” he said as I slid into the backseat. “Chairman wasn’t happy you left before your party ended last night.” I turned my head and gave him a look so sharp it could’ve sliced him in half. “Elijah,” I said slowly, “can you please shut the hell up for the rest of the day?”

If Harry wakes up, then it won’t be DK anymore. Just then, the TV I had left on caught my attention. The newscaster’s voice broke the air like a strike of thunder. “Just in,” the voice said, “Mrs. Prescott, the chairwoman of Berg P. Enterprises , one of the most powerful companies has been arrested.” I turned my head toward the screen. A short video was playing, showing Mrs. Prescott being escorted by authorities, flashing lights and shouting reporters surrounding her. The spoon I held slipped from my fingers and dropped to the plate with a clatter.

“Jeremy Preston.” The principal pressed a few numbers on his phone and then screamed at the receiver. “Mr. Preston, you have five minutes to get to my office or I will shut your program down!”

Meera said, already halfway there. “No, wait...” Too late. The door swung open, and there stood Elliot Prescott, looking maddeningly composed in a charcoal suit that screamed money and power. Meera froze for half a second before her lips curved into a grin. “Well, well, what do we have here?” I shot her a look that clearly said, Don’t you dare. “Mr. Prescott,” I said, stepping in before Meera could make things worse. “What are you doing here?”

"Hello there, are you here to support your husband? What a lovely and caring wife you got there, Mr. Gray. I remember my wife." I smiled again. "Thank you, sir." I glanced at Terrence and took a deep sigh before I spoke again. "We're sorry for the inconvenience. We have not prepared anything for this presentation. Everything you need to hear will be verbally presented by my husband." One of the men, who looked younger and arrogant, raised his arm. "I'd prefer it better if you present it, Mrs. Gray." Me? He's an asshole, obviously! I smiled. "My husband is the President, Sir."

CHAPTER 78— THE MERGER WAR PRISCILLA’S POV I walked into the negotiation room beside Creighton the next morning, but I made one thing clear before we sat down. “I am not here as your former wife,” I told him, placing my folder on the table. “I am here as the CEO of Pree’s, and if this works, as a strategic partner.” Creighton nodded without hesitation.