Mr Presdir Novels & Stories

The Secretary of the Other president told them. "We are sorry for coming late, it won't happen next time" Yelena replied her with a polite. They were about leaving, infact Their President already stood up, adjusting his Blazer when the other President finally opened his mouth to speak. "I thought they said President Cage don't get involved with Women, but you have Two sexy female secretaries by your side, I wonder which media made the false news" President Cage glanced at him with raised brow but didn't reply. Talking to idiots was never his thing.

I took a seat beside grandma and Nathan said between Dad and I. “You’ve had sex!” Grandma whisper-yelled. “What? How do you know?” “You have this look to you. You’re glowing. Check, you might be pregnant.” She whispered to me she before I could react, she turned to Nathan. “You can call me Beatrice. I’m younger than I look.” Nathan smiled. He nudged my knee with his knee under the table. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Norvath,” he said.

Megan blurted out but stopped herself in time. Last time, she clearly overheard Selena's conversation with this mysterious man, and learned that he was merely an imposter. How did he turn out to be the actual president of JNS Corporation? "Miss Yard, this is the real president of our brand. Please don't make things difficult for me. I've only been promoted to store manager a few days ago, and I do not wish to lose my job right away. You agree, don't you?" "I believe I've been introduced to you before." Pierre shot an icy look at Megan, and Finneas did the same to her. Feeling wronged, she attempted to explain herself, "Finneas, I..."

At this moment, Alice couldn't believe her words. "Mr. Marcos, as the president of a listed company, your words should count, right? We agreed to have a drink. If you serve another glass, how will I know if there's another glass waiting for me after I finish?" Marcos never thought she would expose him directly, his face darkened immediately. "Does the miss mean you no longer trust me?

Just as she was about to start her presentation, the meeting room door opened. Everyone on the opposite side stood up respectfully and said in unison, "President Morgan." Melanie turned to look. Jeffrey had mentioned he was on a business trip, so she had not expected him to return so soon. William pushed Jeffrey to the center of the room. The supervisors beside them exchanged glances. President Morgan, known for his strict governance, rarely attended these briefings. Each time they presented a proposal, they would be lucky not to be rejected between eight to ten times. This time, with the matter involving Stephen's endorsement, President Morgan personally came to oversee it.

And the furniture, they are all out of this world. If the mini hall is this huge, then I wonder how the big hall will be. That one can contain all the people in this city I guess. Funny. "Is this our new president?” I looked ahead of me, and there were people all seated around the huge desk. These must be the managers, the secretaries, and the P. A.s, But the way they are looking at me as if I am not fit enough to be the president of the company. " Yes, this is Ms. Blair Adams. Our late president's granddaughter.”

he continues, his sharp tone a subtle warning. My ears pick up on a slight Aussie accent, smooth and confident, weaving effortlessly through his words. Mr. Folly, the poor soul on the receiving end of that remark, bobs his head dramatically. "Yes, sir," he replies, his voice teetering between nervous and eager to please. "As for the presentation," Mr. Prescott continues, his gaze sweeping over the room before landing squarely on me, "I have already made up my mind about it. I watched it all live from the camera over there."

From the distance, I studied his profile and that of Denise. I found my nerves were gone. "There's Jared." He pointed out my second ex. I turned to see him just coming in with Mia in his arm. I turned away. "Are you sure you can do this, uncle Pete? I mean, it's been years since you spoke to him." "It doesn't matter. Let's have fun and engage in charitable events." He swayed my attention from both exes. "See, the President is about to give his speech." "Good evening, everyone." The elderly man in his sixties but appearing to be younger than that — I'd attribute it to a healthy lifestyle — stepped on the podium.

Meanwhile Stephanie walked out of the private room and headed to the restroom, after using the restroom, washing her hands and fixing her hair , just she was about to step out, she overheard a couple of people nearby whispering about Nathan -the name piqued her curiosity and she stayed back. “I just saw the CEO of the Robinsons family Corporation and a group of elite men walking into the restaurant.” "I overheard President Robinson discussing with President Reed, the CEO of the Reeds Group. President Robinson just got back from a business trip abroad, and instead of going home, he called his friends and they came here instead. Does he really hate his wife that much?”

“Mrs. Moore doesn’t take unscheduled meetings. If you’d like to make an appointment—” “Tell her it’s about her son Ethan and what he did to my daughter Maya.” My voice is hard. “Tell her if she doesn’t see me, I’m going to every news outlet in this city and explaining exactly what kind of man she raised.” The receptionist pales and picks up her phone. Ten minutes later, I’m being escorted to the top floor. The executive level. Where Serena Moore presides over her empire. The office I’m led to is stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, elegant furniture, artwork that probably costs more than my house. And behind a massive desk sits Serena Moore herself.