Paul Gg Novels & Stories

If it failed, heads would roll. “I’m putting over a billion dollars into this,” I reminded them flatly. “So none of you should dare screw it up.” One of the men raised his hand nervously. “Sir, there’s still a small issue. Paul hasn’t approved the project yet.” I stopped. “Paul?” I repeated. Yeah, I almost forgot Paul wasn't out of the picture yet. Paul has never approved a single project in his life. He’s never even taken one up.The only reason he’s complaining about this one and has refused to sign it, is because the money is huge and he’s scared he won’t enjoy the results before he gets old.

he says, flipping through the credit card receipts, mumbling to himself, "Compression links, compression links, compression links. Ah! Here it is!” His face suddenly falls. “Oh hell.” “What is it?” Tim eyes me seriously. “The gossip guy. His name is Paul. Paul Danvers.” “Oh hell.” I scramble for my phone.

Not looking anymore at the middle-aged pig sweating buckets from his icy glances, Paul said, "You wasted so much of everyone's time with your nonsense. Do you know that?" Paul signaled the one in charge with the projector to take down the current slides. After Paul saw the next representative nervously preparing, he looked down to the documents on the table. Without sparing the despairing old fatty another glance, he stated,

Nevertheless, Paul had his eye on the company's future, so he invested a considerable sum and became the largest shareholder. One could say that Paul was Galaxy Entertainment's real boss, and Walter was only a spokesperson. There was no way the company could grow into a giant in such a short period without Paul's support. Then, Paul noticed Darryl's presence. He was surprised and delighted to see the man. "Brother Darryl?" Paul quickly walked forward and greeted him respectfully. Darryl smiled and nodded at the younger man. "Walter, what is going on?" When he noticed that Darryl's expression was a little off, Paul furrowed his brows. He turned to look at Walter for an explanation.

‘This is Guy. Guy behaved with perfect aplomb. ‘Hello, Kate. Forgive me if I don’t get up.’ Over Kate’s shoulder loomed the face of Paul, looking nearly as dumbstruck as his girlfriend. ‘Hi, Paul,’ Claudia said, through the explosions in her stomach. ‘This is Guy.’ Paul recovered himself faster than Kate. ‘Hello, mate. Nice to meet you.’ Kate was still gaping. Paul tapped her on the shoulder. ‘Wake up, dopey.’ Reverting to his randy-foreigner voice, he whispered, ‘I seenk zey want make jig-a-jig and go paradise.’