Novel & Cerita On Her Majesty's Secret Service

They laughed together as they continued their journey to the mansion. "Is Tenor's wife really a cop?" "Mhmm, she works with the secret service." He replied. "Isn't that supposed to be a secret?" "Not really. She's not an undercover agent." He explained. They arrived at Kentley's mansion at almost eight in the evening. It felt like they've been away for weeks even though it's been a day only.

Since she had planned this for so long, Fred was nothing but a pawn to her. … It was almost dawn when Ross returned to the embassy. As he came without informing anyone, a worker there was shocked to see him. Ross approached the accommodation area at the back and asked, "Is Her Majesty here?" "Well…" The worker hesitated for a moment. "Is she?" Ross looked angry. Rick walked over and waved off the worker, saying, "Your Highness, Her Majesty is still resting. Please wait till she wakes up." "And you are?" Ross felt he looked familiar.

“She’s a key. A key to something much bigger than you can imagine.” Christopher leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Now you’ve really got me interested. Come on, don’t keep me in the dark. What’s the play here?” I considered my words carefully. Christopher was good at what he did, but his curiosity often got the better of him. Still, he needed to know enough to do his part. “She’s connected to something valuable. Something the Johnsons have been hiding for years. If we can get close to her, we can expose the truth. But it has to be done right…no mistakes, no loose ends.”

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.

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

He had spent the past two hours aggressively sweating, trying to negotiate a basic lease on a mid-tier crossover that he could barely afford to show off in, and this man had just walked in and bought a top-of-the-line luxury vehicle swipe-clear in less than thirty seconds, treating a six-figure purchase like he was buying a pack of gum at a gas station. Tanya blinked rapidly, looking between Maxwell and Hazel in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. "Wait... assistant? You're buying her a car?" Maxwell finally cast a brief, ice-cold glance back at them. He didn't raise his voice, nor did he break his calm demeanor, but the sheer, crushing authority in his tone made Romeo subconsciously take a pani

And that's because I had given her every reason to be. The very sight of her enraged me. Let's just say her continued stay in Power corp was unwelcome and detested. Why didn't I fire her, you ask? My uncle, Benson Flores Powers had arranged for her to become my secretary all of a sudden after dad's death. He explained it to me that she was the famous, Emma Millers that saved my dad, Xavier Powers, from a bullet aimed right for his chest.

I could feel his rage blowing through me like a high wind. "A bit of advice Aria, his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be. There is a more darker twist that he doesn't show you because he loves and respects you. So I would advise you not to push his buttons while you still have his favor." I wondered what he meant by 'his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be'. But I couldn't bring myself to pity his mood either. After our conversation earlier, I was still rather upset with him. Not to mention that I kept him away for his own good. I even offered another solution to have a different escort and he didn't accept it, so what was I suppose to do in this situation?

He said, his tone was demanding and clearly warned me not to disagree. I nodded my head and he instantly released me. I pulled myself up and sat on the bed. "Speak." I said folding and hands on my chest. He took a deep breath.. "As you have already discovered, we are not the russian mafia. We are the government's secret force." He said and took another deep breath.