Paul Gg Novels & Stories

He dropped his two legs on the table and relaxed on the chair. He dropped his elbow on the chair and put his hand below his chin. The door opened again and Paul came in, he walked towards Conner and took his seat opposite him and the table. Paul is a middle-aged man and also a greedy business man, he owned two private companies but still wants to work under Conner, he knew he will gain double of what he has if he had to work under his company so his willing to do anything to have his company work under his. " Good morning Mr. Conner", Paul greeted with respect.

Gerald’s voice dropped, heavy with irritation. “Si… sir, I didn’t forget,” Paul stammered. “You’re another incompetent fool,” Gerald growled. “You’re fired.” To Gerald’s surprise, Paul didn’t crumble. He didn’t beg. He only shrugged lightly, his eyes weary. “I already submitted my resignation letter this morning.” Gerald blinked, thrown off. “What?” “Yes, sir. Have a lovely day.” Paul’s tone was calm, almost pitying. He turned and walked out, shoulders loosening as though he’d been freed from chains.

I joked. “I’m sure you can.” “What about friends?” “He’s got quite a wide circle in Oxmarket,” Paul replied. “But I would say his best friend is probably Two-tone.” “Two-tone?” “Real name is Chris Garrett.” “What’s he like?” “Trouble.” “Have you got an address?” “I’m not supposed to give away that sort of information,” Paul told me. “But you will,” I told him. “Because you never know when you might need me.”

Paul was absolutely terrified. He crawled and knelt in front of the old man. He lowered his head and kept admitting his mistakes. “Mr. Kern, why are you here?” The old man snorted, stared coldly at the fat man in front of him, and asked, “Who are you?” Sweating profusely, Paul introduced himself. “M-My name is Paul Childe. I’m the president of Mekar Group in Orienta and the director of Mekar Group’s headquarters in Sendona. It's an honor to meet you.”

I still went easy on him. I gave everybody a small smile as I stood up. Paul was arranging the money as he smiled at Gbenga. "You see; you shouldn't run your mouth to everyone. You don't know who is who" Paul said with a smile that I could almost laugh. Bro..... That’s deep. "Whoa! You are so good" A guy said but I merely nodded at him as Paul flapped the money in my eyes. "Extra 12K" Paul said happily as I rolled my eyes at him. We walked outside as Paul bought ice cream for me.

Paul grimaced and began to walk ahead of us. That was Bridgette who was mocking him. All of them were rich as hell yet so down to earth. So, I get along with them quickly. We are all in our last semester this year, just a few steps away, and will hit the summer break, except for Paul. He's having a hard time with other subjects, as I said earlier. If we were 19, Paul was already 22. Supposedly, he should have finished college. "Guys, we have no class tomorrow. Who wants to drink later?" That was Miho—his family owns clubs.

It was Paul, and he greeted me before walking towards me, his shoes clapping the tiles. “So, what were you able to get?” I asked as I sat up on the chair with my elbows on the mahogany table in front of me. “More reports about Carl Gills, the beloved son of Emily.” “Okay, I recalled telling you to find more about him.” “Yes, sir.” Paul responded, bringing out a file from the brown folders in his hand I stared at him keenly, my fingers tapping on the table. He approached me before handing the file to me..

Or as if hell has broken loose. “I am at the station. Why?” He seemed to be in haste before, but after hearing me now, I can tell that he slowed down, and I hear him discharge a very deep sigh that adds more curiosity to my already curious self. “Paul? Is there a problem?” I ask. “I am afraid, yes, Gia! We have a very big problem!” Paul says, tearing up the last hope I was holding on to, that things are probably not as bad as I am sensing.

Gale Thorne sat at her desk in ASIO headquarters, flipping through the next file with a tired frown. PAUL RUBENS. Age: 36. Specialty: Technology. The photo showed a mop of messy brown hair, thick glasses, and a grin that looked equal parts genius and basement-dwelling geek. Gale sipped her tea and muttered, “Typical.”

“Drink up. You haven’t touched that Mai Tai yet. It ain’t gonna drink itself.” “True.” Mandy picked it up and took a long drink as her eyes scanned the crowd. “So tell me more about this new guy.” “Who? The intern?” “Yeah. Paul, right?” Mandy turned her attention back on Gina. “What school is he from and how did he win the big prize of working with us?” “He’s from the University of Michigan, and he just impressed Carl and some of the investors he met with. The kid’s brilliant. Effin’ hot too,” she giggled.