My Engineer The Series Novels & Stories

And something unguarded flickered across his face, gone just as quickly. “Stay close,” he said—not a command this time, but something like instinct. She nodded, falling into step beside him as the guards led them toward the main hall. But the tension from the observatory still clung to them like static. Every accidental brush of their arms. Every sideways glance. Every breath. It was too much. Too sharp. Too real. And it was only a matter of time before something snapped. The Engineer Who Stood Too Close At the front hall, a team of emergency engineers arrived to assess structural damage. The lead engineer—a man in his late twenties with soft brown hair—approached Elena with a polite smile.

His expression darkened further upon seeing my reaction, confirming that I was indeed searching for a new engineer. “You thought I wouldn’t know, Ms. Herrera? I told you, I have my ways. Stop looking for an engineer because I’m already here! Aren’t you satisfied with me? With my abilities? I am one of the greatest engineers in the country. You won’t find anyone else like me, Ms. Herrera,” he said sternly, never breaking eye contact.

“Why would an engineer join the Mafia?” I smiled, holding her a little closer. Her body melted against mine. “Not just any engineer. A computer engineer. He leads my surveillance crew and monitors all of my businesses.” Among other things I didn’t want Sera to know about just yet. Adrian was invaluable to my syndicate, which was why he was rarely in the field. Tonight had been an exception only because Tommaso had called for every single man in the family to come, guns blazing.

Engineers and scientists huddled around workbenches, lost in a world of algorithms and code. As I watched, a young engineer meticulously examined a prototype, his brow furrowed in concentration. The room hummed with a symphony of beeping monitors, whirring machinery, and the soft clacking of keyboards. It was a haven of innovation, where ideas bloomed and possibilities seemed endless.

“As far as I know, you have cancer, not amnesia to lose your memory. This is how you made me change, Mom.” “Faith,” I quickly pulled my hand at Elijah when he held me as well. I eyed him with my dark eyes before I glanced at the Engineer. “Are you the Engineer?” I asked. “Yes, Engr. Carl Calvera,” he gave me a tiny smile as he introduced himself. “I'm Faith Flamera,” I said back. “Yeah, the famous fashion designer.” He chuckled a bit. “Demolish this house now, I want the construction to begin as soon as possible,” I eyed the two of them, including Elijah who was being eaten up by his pity and conscience.

Renata’s anger was at its highest. “You cannot talk to me like that. Do you even know who I am?” “I don’t want to know who you are.” “Are you the famous architect, Michelangelo Venturi?” asked Hazel. Being a civil engineer herself she always kept herself updated with engineering gods and goddesses. She too wanted to work in Venturi constructions one day. “Oh, you have heard about me?” asked Michel, happy. “You are like civil engineering royalty. I am a civil engineer myself,” smiled Hazel and batted her eyelids at him. Renata rolled her eyes at both of them.

Before him lay the device - half-built, half-dreamed, a marriage of circuit board and crystalline memory that shouldn't have functioned according to any textbook the Academy approved. "You shouldn't be here," he said without looking up. "Probation terms. No students without faculty witness." "I thought you're the faculty." I closed the workshop door, sealed it with a gesture that drew violet light across the frame, a ward that wouldn't hold against determined search but would buy us the particular privacy of being overlooked. "And I'm not here as a student. I'm here as an engineer." He laughed, the sound tired, genuine, the particular release of someone who'd been holding tension too long. "

She strolled around as Chase keep his eyes toward her body. "Vi, did you really meant it what you said before?" he asks. He wants her confirmation over that thing. "Which one? I think I said a lot," she asks before she chuckles. "The one with the law and divorce matter." "Oh..that one, what about it?" she sits beside him on the couch. "I just want to hear it from you, that you will never leave me in the future." he looks deep into her eyes. Giggles, she returns his gaze. "My dear, if something is broken, the first thing that every engineer will do is to fix it. Not to toss it. Rest assured if you marry an engineer, your life will be saved and not be wasted."

“Sorry Ma’am, a personal life is something I don’t have. Haven’t got the time to fit one in.” “I’m sure that isn’t true…” “I’m just letting you know, so you don’t waste your time. I’m an engineer and a businessman. My family are the five hundred other engineers and technicians in my team. My life is this,” he picked up the shiny model and set it down again. “It doesn’t leave me time for anything else. Can I tell you about it? Have you read the press handout?” “Yes, of course, I’ve studied it very closely. It’s a wonderful project. Absolutely… inspiring.”

"Do?" "What do you do for a living? Charlotte here... Jenny... is training to be an engineer. What do you do?" Benny's eyes round up, his smile broad and bright as he looks at me. "Engineer? Hey, that's great." Then he looks down into his plate. "But she was always the smart one. I'm not clever like her. I don't have a job right now." My Master muses into his soup. "Would you like to work? You want a job?"