Mr Stretch Real Name Novels & Stories

Kate replied glancing at her wristwatch while Camille had a pout on, getting bored with the whole thing. “We meet again,”She suddenly heard a familiar masculine voice, she lifted her face, her eyes scrutinized the figure. It’s the man that helped her that day, what was he doing here? She blinked her eyes, “You-” “Oh wow, I’m glad you remembered me. You left in such a hurry that day, who would have thought I’d meet you here?” The man said and Camille cleared her throat. “Xavier Huston. Number one top list of the first Trillionaire on the world top chart, he’s from-” Kate whispered into Camille’s ear but Xavier’s glare made Kate stop.

I answered softly, though the words felt hollow even to me, my body still weak from the ordeal. Not convinced by my words, Daniel turned his laptop toward me, his voice urgent. “I ran the trace on that photo you sent. The man is Viktor Lang… CEO of Lang Holdings. That’s all the public records show. But his face… It looks familiar. Like I’ve seen it somewhere before. The resemblance is striking.” I narrowed my eyes, leaning forward despite the pull in my abdomen. “Think harder, Daniel. You might remember something. This could be important. Don’t hold back.”

I fled the room as fast as my shaking legs could carry me. But just as I reached the exit, I collided with someone. Hard. The world spun, and when I looked up, my heart shattered. Frank. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, taking in the mask, the skimpy clothes, the envelope in my hand. The disgust on his face was worse than death. “You? Tricia?” His voice cracked with disbelief before turning cold. “So this is who you really are? Pretending to be pure while selling yourself in hotels?”

I have no idea what you're talking about. "Is this a prank?" "You tell me. I just told you you've got the wrong number! I'm hanging up now." "Katherine Tetrazzini. Is this you?" "Wait, how do you..," Katherine paused to refresh her memory even though she was pretty sure she never applied for a job on a business page, and definitely not two days ago. "Who are you?" "I'm James McHale, CEO of Dell's Enterprise," Katherine froze, "do you remember me, Katherine? I'm--

Keisha waited impatiently for the whole thing to come to an end and had been poking at her food—having had her fill, when his voice reverberated in the room. “I’m happy to know about you just as I hope you’ve found pleasure in knowing that your boss isn’t such an ogre. It seems you two ladies hardly had anything to ask. Grace and what’s your name again?” Grace kicked her when Keisha remained frozen in her seat, unable to find her voice. Ke...” she paused and laughed nervously, pushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “I mean my name is Moesha and I think I’ve heard all the answers to the some really good questions I myself couldn’t have thought of asking.”

Elena called back two hours later. During the wedding dinner. Small Italian restaurant. Just the six of us. I stepped outside to take it. Marcus followed. "I have a name," Elena said. "The man your mother was dating. Robert Mitchell was an alias. His real name was Gregory Sterling." The ground shifted. "Sterling? As in Thomas Sterling?" "His brother. Thomas ran the law firm. Gregory was the silent partner. Handled investments. Corporate acquisitions. Very wealthy. Very connected."

My hands go on my hips as I shoot him an accusatory look. “Who are you, Jonathan? Seriously?” He sighs. “My name is Jonathan Masters. I’m an actor.”