Romans & histoires Novel Sekertaris Ku Canduku

Uncle William asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Because I’ve been living a double life for too long.” Everyone was confused by his frank answer. “Double life?” Madelyn echoed. “Yes, the truth is that I’m not actually a bodyguard or head of security.” They shared looks, but no one said a word, waiting for him to continue, “I was never a gambler, yes I spent a lot of time at the casino, but that’s because I was a back-office employee and I worked the afternoon shift.” Aunt Eleanor shook her head, unwilling to believe what he was saying.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

Declan's hands are clasped as he waits for the traffic to move ahead as he paves the way to the Velasquez Empire. Hopefully, Tuttin, whose codename is only engraved on its serial number, is now in the office. "Excuse me, sir, do you have anything to request? Sir Cladmus Velasquez is in the meeting this time, so no one is allowed to enter upstairs even without permission—" "Can you find Cladmus Velasquez's secretary?" "Do you happen to be looking for Marcus Castillo?" "Marcus Castillo?" "Yes, he is Sir Clad's long-serving secretary, as well as a multi-tasker and expert in everything."

I’ll keep it a secret for now. Better to let him have whatever happiness he can for another day. The following two weeks passed. Whenever Jerry asked who the new secretary was, Candice would always dodge the question or change the subject. Those two weeks were remarkably peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that it felt as though her life had returned to its normal tracks. The terrifying, bizarre events of the past felt like a dream—including the revelation that she was the Eldest Miss of the Lawrence family.

“That’s not really the point that I am making here.” Candice looked at me and her gaze spoke a thousand words. “I think it is important to Sutton,” Candice said firmly. He looked at her with scorn. “This isn’t any of your business.” He turned to me. “Does your secretary have to be here for this?” I dug my nails into my hands. “First off, Candice is not my secretary. Second, she makes more in a month than you do in an entire year, so you may want to rethink how you talk to her. And third, what in the fuck happened to Max?”

I stepped into the open elevator with Acelin hot on my heels. "We're Incubi, not monsters," he said, exasperated. "Wow! Didn’t know there was a difference." I sighed and rubbed two fingers on my throbbing temples. "Why are you here, brother? Certainly not to discriminate between Incubi and monsters at this hour of the night?" "No." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's about your new secretary." I turned to face him sharply. "I don't need a new secretary. I think I'd told you and everyone else that specifically."

MK came back looking solemn. “Miss Brown, can I have a word with you please?” He asked, and I looked at me, Xavier, before looking at him. “S…” “What do you want with my secretary?” Mr. Xavier asked. “Nothing much, Mr Xavier, I just need your secretary for a few minutes.” “What’s that, if I may ask?” “Like I said, it’s nothing much, my main model for today’s program was involved in an accident on her way here.” “So.” Mr. Xavier drawled.

It disgusts him, having that title. Duke walks back to the sofa and lies down; he’s feeling drowsy, unaware that his secretary, Alicia, made him feel sleepy and horny—a witch to have Duke under her control. A greedy woman who always wants to climb to the top of success by any means. He was about to close his eyes when he heard the doors open, which made him feel annoyed and needy out of nowhere. As he looked up, he saw his secretary’s face; he consciously roamed his eyes over her sinful body, wearing a tight mini-skirt paired with a sexy dress and coat. However, her cleavage is still more accentuated, making Alicia way too sexy.

Realizing he had said something out of anger, he apologized. “I'm sorry about that, I don't know how that happened….Anyway, why would she be going to the take off? She's only but just a painter” Marcus added. “Well I don't know why but recently, a security staff was murdered in the old supply room” he whispered, still cautious. “The killer is yet to be found so it seems Mr Julian is just being careful with her” he finally added. Marcus recalled the incident that happened that night with Sammy immediately and tried to shut himself out of it. He finally did and was himself again.