Mr Presdir Novels & Stories

The air in the Presidential Wing had turned from a sanctuary of stolen peace into a high-voltage cage. In the private study, Thalynn stood frozen, his fingers locked on the third silver toggle of his midnight-blue jacket. He didn’t breathe. He couldn't. Through the heavy, sound-dampened door, the voice of Senator Mr. BeaumontBeaumont resonated like the low, rhythmic thud of a war drum. It was a voice that didn't just command; it owned.

I groaned as I stretched and uncle Mike played with my hair like I was a dog. I swatted his hand away as he laughed and began to walk towards the end of the car when uncle Brody pulled up into the parking spot on the side of us. I could hear the music blasting and I just rolled my eyes. Turning the car off, they both got out as I leaned back on the car and waited patiently. I was so ready to get in there and get some pretzels. That's pretty much what I'm thinking about. There's something about mall pretzels, they be dry but they be so good.

louder roar of applause was heard, some staff members were cheering aloud as well. “Today also marks the launch of our premium sports channel, so with all these good news flowing in and with much admiration for a young corporate Tzar, let me call upon the stage our new President Mr. Tazz Jindal.” the sounds of claps, cheering and girls shouting amongst the crowd was too loud to bear as Mahira stood frozen on her spot, she’d almost forgotten to blink when her phone beeped, there was a message from Sam “Geez, did you know about this already?”

Finally President Mies stands up. “It’s nice meeting you, Minister Choi Han Na…I heard a lot about from your Cousin…Doctor Choi Ji Soo…Please have a seat, Both of you..I don’t think that I have to introduce myself…after all, you two who were looking for me for sometimes now…Still, I am the owner of Virtue Financial….Mies Sai…So, Coffee or Tea?..”.(President Mies Sai)

Blackmailed by the Boss - Chapter 10 "Nasa personal file mo 'yon, hindi ba?" Hindi na siya umimik. Inilipat niya ang atensiyon sa mga taong nagsasalita sa harapan. Isa't isa sa mga department heads ng kumpanya ay nagpapakilala sa bagong presidente. "At ngayon naman ay ang ating mga board members," pahayag ni Don Fonso.

Claire stated, not showing any expression. “I’m Mr. Mark Merriweather, former CEO of this great company. I’ve been demoted to acting CFO for the time being.” The sixty-year-old man proclaimed he had a full head of gray hair. He is thin for his age but gives a sharp business aura when around. He always has a serious expression; never a smile could be seen on his aging face.

He is dressed differently than his usual conservative self. The singing stops and Mr Prescott turns to us. Oh, shit. It’s not Mr Prescott. It’s him.

Mr Sima explained politely. This was the only meeting where Nathan wasn't his usual cold self. He received reports on things to make his employees happy. Throughout Mr Sima's speech, Nathan had observed a peculiar gaze in Mercedes, which made him upset. Instead of responding to the petition, he turned to the man asked, "You are?" Mr Hayes jumped out of his trance. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of Mercedes when he saw her again. She was more stunning than a few days ago. "Mr Hayes of Nodcom but I'm standing in for my cousin, President Yates."

Jacobo doesn't even want me to wear something like this. It's really good that we won't see each other today. Suddenly the phone next to me rang so I answered it immediately. It's either Miss Curtis or Ero maniac. "Good morning, Miss Rush, I just want to inform you that Mr. President is here. He wants to see Sir Ero." Mr. President, meaning Ero's daddy! Fuck?! Then I look like this?! I immediately panicked that I might be mistaken for Ero's girl instead of his secretary!

He stated intensely to Richard who seemed deep in thought. “No they will not.” Richard replied getting off his chair and marching across the room right down the hall to the press conference room. Merlin rushed behind him, “Mr President.” He tried to stop him grabbing him by the shoulder, “Mr President.” He repeated shaking him a bit. “What are you doing?” He asked scoffing. Richard was one step away from the door. “Making a statement.” Richard entered the press conference and all chatter from inside the room ceased at the sight of the unexpected President’s appearance.