Mr Rey Novels & Stories

Reyes’s meeting would entail, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen. By midday, Mr. Reyes returned to the restaurant. He stepped through the doors with a purposeful stride, his expression a mix of exhilaration and determination. The staff quickly gathered around him, sensing that he had news to share. “Alright, everyone,” Mr. Reyes began, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. “I just came back from my meeting with Mr. Rockwell, and I have some incredible news.” The room fell silent as we all leaned in, hanging on his every word.

[STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Rey Skylar. - Race: Human (Otherworlder) - Class: Elite Enigma (B-Tier) - Level: 33 (14.93% EXP) - Life Force: 22 (+32) - Mana Level: 84 (+32) - Combat Ability: 30 (+32) - Stat Points: 57 - Skills (Exclusive): [Doppel] - Skills (Non-Exclusive): Nil - Alignment: Neutral [Additional Information] You are a mystery to the world. While the underworld trembles at your presence, those on the surface do not understand your true strength.

"I know... and I've heard so much about him. Drestech.Co's CEO, Nicholas Drey, that I'm not sure what is or isn't true." "I think I might have seen him once when our worlds crossed at some exclusive event. He doesn’t appear on cameras. So, I doubt there are recent pictures of him, if there are at all. I might have the memory of a goldfish but I remember him being cold though. Devastatingly, wickedly, handsomely cold." She winked. "Ew.. that's my new boss we're talking about. Get your mind out of the gutter. " I scrunched up my nose in distaste. It was no news that Thea was active and very open about her midnight endeavours.

“Or maybe that’s not the only reason you need her.” The words were said quietly, but it’ll be hard not to hear it in a quiet room, I’m pretty sure everyone heard it. I froze, mortified. Damon’s head turned sharply. “What did you just say?” The man who spoke — Mr. Reyes, the youngest board member — instantly looked pale. “I only meant—” “Choose your next words carefully,” Damon interrupted, his tone suddenly turned glacial. “Or I’ll make sure this is the last time you step your feet in this building.”

He handed the folder to Mirabel, who took it hesitantly. "Check if it's the right man," Mr. Raymond instructed, his voice firm. Mirabel flipped through the photos, her eyes widening as she recognized the face. "Yeah... this is Mr. Roman." She turned to Ryan, her eyes questioning. "He owns RR Car Line, right?" Ryan nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah... he's the owner."

[STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Rey Skylar. - Race: Human (Otherworlder) - Class: Elite Enigma (B-Tier) - Level: 33 (14.93% EXP) - Life Force: 22 (+32) - Mana Level: 84 (+32) - Combat Ability: 30 (+32) - Stat Points: 57 - Skills (Exclusive): [Doppel] - Skills (Non-Exclusive): Nil - Alignment: Neutral [Additional Information] You are a mystery to the world. While the underworld trembles at your presence, those on the surface do not understand your true strength.

“Mr Damon, ah it's good to see you this morning. I'm glad you're here.” “What’s the matter now? You never come to welcome me by yourself unless there's an issue.” I replied, bored. He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his head while hurrying to match my pace. “We might be having a little issue with the records. The financial records, and we cannot meet with any new investors until we sort this out. I hear you're supposed to have a meeting later today. Can it be—” “Postponed?” I demanded, cutting him off. “No, it cannot. Figure something out. You're the CFO for a reason, or is there a need to consider someone else?”

I sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Twenty minutes, forty, an hour. I lost track of time. The air was cold and stale. There was a clock on the wall but its battery had died, frozen at 4:17. I stared at it and imagined all the things I would do to Clara when I got out of here. When. Not if. The door opened. Special Agent Reynolds walked in. No folder, no notes, just a cup of coffee and a calm expression that made me want to scream.

"Mr. Reyner from the National University of Defense Technology." Michael paused, then his eyes widened in shock. "You mean the Paul Reyner? The 'Father of Rockets'? How could he possibly be your advisor? Besides, why haven't you mentioned you're studying at the National University of Defense Technology?"

Past the gate, a long driveway ran up to a house so white it hurt to look at in the sun. There was a speaker box on the gatepost with a button under it. My hand was shaking when I reached for it. This was stupid. Chris was going to kill me. My mom was going to kill me after Chris was done. I pressed it anyway. It buzzed. Nothing happened for a long time, long enough that I almost turned around. Then the speaker crackled, and a voice came through, low and smooth and completely calm, like he’d been sitting beside it all morning. “Aiden,” Mr. Reyes said. “I wondered how long it would take you.” The gate clicked and began to swing open.