One Percent Of You Mga Nobela at Kwento

A ping on my phone distracts me and I scramble to check what it was. It was a message from Williams and it makes my breath hitch. “Do not screw this up Stephanie. Your son is only a bullet away” The message read and my hand shook. I really can’t screw this up

"Let's start with the Arabella first. They want to remove the Kim shares to merge with us." "You think it is possible?" Kayla said with a smirk on her lips, looking at Abby. Do you think it's possible to remove my share without affecting this business, Miss Park? I own one-half of the stock of this company," she proudly said. "What?" Some of the shareholders asked, surprised. I grinned. "Mr. Kim left me all his and his wife's share, leaving their son with nothing." She continued. "It wasn't possible. We all know that you, Kayla, only own ten percent of the shares." One of the shareholders said. Kayla chuckled this time.

Alexander saw it on her face and then he stood up to her face; "You have 49percent shares, and I have 51." Alexander revealed to her. "You're lying" She said. She did not want to believe that Alexander was right. She saw the contract way ahead and everything was perfect, and equal partnership. "Why don't you go and confirm from your copy of the contract?" Alexander said and walked out of the conference room, smiling.

As for the other women who had scored much lower, they couldn’t help but wonder what Zivon’s dream match was… Regardless, with how excited everyone was, Sophia received several messages early that morning, all of them inquiring about the results. Sophia herself had been examining the backend data in her office, a complicated look in her eyes… Though she was hesitant, she eventually posted the results as Zivon had instructed… The chart revealed that over three hundred and fifty million people had participated, yet only ten million of them were able to score over ninety percent. Only one person scored ninety-eight, and that was Fiona Squire. However, there was a single individual who scored ni

She knelt in the extra space dress that Clark was sitting on and bit a piece of Pringle’s. She was nervous because she felt as if she had a heart attack. That is another feeling that she cannot explain. Clark stared straight at her. Clark couldn’t figure out what to do. Gaby knelt in front of him as he stared at her. She bit a piece of Pringle’s. Clark couldn’t hear the screams anymore. His heart beats louder than the noises. It was like it deafened him. Slowly, Gaby brought her face closer to Clark’s, and the Pringles piece was already in Clark’s mouth, and Gaby closed her eyes. Clark opened his mouth to swallow what Gaby had in his mouth. Friends’ screams intensified as Clark spontaneously

Marco said again when he gained his calm. "Affirmative, president," Anna confirmed. "Less than 1%? Stupid metahuman!" Marco's gruff voice echoed on the room. "Anna based on the records of the Gary's logs, what are our chances of winning?" Marco asked. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna replied to the president. "What?! Say that again!" Marco thought he misheard his supercomputer. "0.000000000000001% president." Anna said again.

“75%? Do you know what the fuck that is!?” Charlie snarled as he paced in front of David's desk, fuming in anger. Chase had the same feeling as he walked around, shocked by what David said at the conference. He didn't even consult them for tips or the decision he was making, but putting 75 percent of his company shares on a platter like that was unacceptable.

Silence meant people were afraid to breathe, and if they were afraid to breathe, they wouldn't dare make a mistake. I sat at the head of the long, mahogany table. My fingers were steepled in front of my face. On the sixty-five-inch monitor at the end of the room, a graph showed a downward dip. It was a small dip. Just one percent. To most people, one percent was nothing. To me, it was a failure. "One percent, Miller," I said. My voice was calm. It was too calm. I saw the directors around the table shift in their expensive leather chairs.

When Belinda shook her head, Emma rushed to her side and stared at the phone screen, mumbling, "What are these two up to now?" ****** A deep sigh left Yoko's lips as he looked over at Zane putting his hoodie over his head and then he mumbled, "Boss," "Trust the one percent, Yoko," Zane said without looking back at him as he put on his mask. "If the one percent fails, don't follow me there. Got it?" "You know that that's not going to happen," Yoko said, and Zane immediately locked eyes with his cold, stubborn ones as he firmly continued, "The one percent better work, or else, we go down together tonight."

"When will I be good in your eyes?" He asked with a solemn face. She kissed on his chin. "Soon." She responded. he slowly unfolded the grim face into a handsome smile. "I think so. If calculating in percentage, what rate would you give me?" The man who was good at calculating numbers and interests of his investment wanted to know how much she would give him credit. "If we compare perfection is 100%. I would say you are a little over 50% at the moment." she answered, giving him a clear picture which made him frowned immediately.