Mr Rey Novels & Stories

He was still very much hungover and could hardly walk straight. He climbed into the car, flipping out his phone. Missed calls… a lot from Elodie and there was one where they had spoken. What had he said? He wondered. He shook his head and then turned on the ignition of his car, backing away from the bar and straight home where he let himself in. Everywhere was quiet which indicated that no one was awake yet. It was better because he wasn’t about to explain his whereabouts to his mother or wife. He was just about to cross the threshold of the living room before he saw her, Elodie. She was laying on the sofa with her arms crossed against her chest and her mouth slightly agape.

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

I said, face stern. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and easy. “Mind if I join you? Or are you here to drink alone and curse the universe?” I shrugged. He took that as permission and moved to the stool right beside me. He signaled the bartender for another round for both of us. “I’m Damian Reyes,” he said, extending his hand. His grip was firm but not overpowering. “Real estate development. I saw the UrbanAxis news today. Congratulations.” I narrowed my eyes, eyebrows creased as I dropped the glass back onto the counter.

: Boss’s Office Breeding **Chapter 1** The office was quiet after 7 PM. Most people had already gone home, but I was still at my desk finishing the quarterly report my boss had demanded by morning. Mr. Reynolds — Richard to the few people he actually liked — was the kind of man who got what he wanted. Forty-five years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep commanding voice that made people sit up straighter.

If anything, it had done nothing but reopen old wounds. Just as I was about to turn and continue my inspection of the house, the faint echo of footsteps drew my attention. Mr. Reyes was coming down from the grand staircase, the polished wood creaking softly under his weight. He had a bald head and looked like he was in his mid-fifties, but there was nothing ordinary about him. The crisp lines of his suit, the steady confidence in his stride, he looked every inch like the rich, powerful man he was. His probing eyes settled on me, like he was trying to place a memory just out of reach. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. He had never seen me before. Back then, Jake and I had promised ourselves we woul

“Ten percent? That’s quite significant, Julian. Are we to understand this is a permanent arrangement?” “Yes,” Julian replied smoothly. “Sophia brings fresh strategic insight and proven expertise in brand development. This strengthens our leadership.” “May I know your name Sir?” I asked the gentleman who has just spoken. He seemed quite surprised at my question but he eventually answered. “You can call me Mr. Thompson.” “I would really appreciate it if anyone wishing to talk could briefly introduce themselves first before saying what they have to say. Thank you so much for your understanding.” I said, everyone's facial expression was saying one thing or the other but I couldn’t care less.

Maya's voice rang out in a slur. I couldn't help but chuckle at her tone: "Wow, Maya. Seems you're in a good mood tonight?" Hiccuping, Maya replied, "Yes, I am. Now what do you want?" "Just a little Intel on Reeze, you worked with the Washington branch, right?" My tone was pleasing. The silence on the other end was surreal. "Information on Director Reeze is airtight. Nothing can be found on him. It's like he just appeared like a saint from heaven with no previous records. "

It might take dumb ass here forever and a day. I should not distrust the woman I am in love with. I have been in this business far too long to know that the people that you should not trust are those that are closest to you. .................................................. Half hour later we are pulling up the driveway of Rey. He is known as the best in the business when it comes to tracers. He does the occasional hit here and there, but only if the money is good. He is crazy as fuck and worse of a man whore than Mat and Dev combined.

I miss Hunter and Alyssa day by day but I know it's for the best. I feel bad for lying to them all, but I had to. Today's Wednesday and Mr. Dechart is coming to get his money. All I wish is that I could've found a legal way without having to borrow money from anymore people. I didn't want to take money from my brothers or my children but they are stubborn and won't take no for an answer.

I entered inside the small office to see a lady sitting at the front desk named Sherry. "May I help you?' She aked politely. "Um yes, I m here to answer the ad for the housekeeping position?" I said trying to sound confident. "Ah yes, let me get Mr. Baxter in here." After she called him, Mr. Baxter came out he was a big man, wit ha big belly and a smoker's breath. He looked tired, his eyes red and watery, his hair and mustache all greasy like. He reeked of sweat and cigarette and I couldn't stand the smell of him. However, I was here to get hired for a job that I desperately needed, so I ignored it and followed him into his office which was also smelled like a disgusting barn. "You are here