President Novels & Stories

DENVER HOSPITAL Richard sucked in a sharp breath and sat down on the sofa across from the bed. Isabella stared at him, still very confused by Adrian's statement. Adrian stared at him, eager to get the answer and finally solved the mystery. “I told the president I'd endorse him and fund his re-election.” Richard finally spoke. His jaws tightened, fist clenched, “Even if I suddenly died, that shouldn't give him the right to take it back. I helped him get elected in the first place!’”

“There’s a Mr. Adrian Cross here. No appointment. He says it’s urgent.” She listened. Nodded. “He’s not in office today,” she said, lowering the phone. “The president is in.” President. I didn’t know the name. I didn't care. As long as they had authority to talk, that was all that mattered. “Who is it?” I asked. “I’m not at liberty to say, sir,” the receptionist replied. “But if you leave your contact, I’ll have the vice president’s secretary schedule you.” “Let me see the president instead.” I said.

He doesn’t hurt people. “You must be Kyle Larson” I was surprised when someone suddenly appeared beside me. An elderly man with a scar on his cheek. “Who are you?” Sudden question. He laughed. “I am Pablo Herrera Dela Torre, he is my son Paul Herrera Dela Torre” I looked at what he pointed out and I was surprised, there was someone behind me. “Hi” he said. It looks like Tito and and this man named Paul are the same age. “Thank you for your help Kyle” Pablo tapped my shoulder.

He is respected and looked up to. David had a large land. Here he built his big mansion. Inside his big mansion, the things that can be seen are simple. He does not have a large collection of expensive things. Except for the paintings of his wife that can be seen plastered on each side of the walls of his house. Every item in his house he just bought for cheap. It is still more important to David to expand his business than to waste his money on useless things or other things. If he spends the money he has earned in so many businesses. He prefers to spend it on the people he has supported since he started doing business. David is also a helpful person. It supports many charities.

Chapter 2: Mr. Salazar I woke up early hearing my secretary angry voice. It`s already been a routine I guess. Maybe you think it`s not normal for a boss to get scolded by her own secretary, but oh well. Who the heck can control Snow`s damn mouth? No one. Ah, just that jerk. Unfortunately for us, we met a jerks in our life. Fuck them all.

As bad as the president wanted to deny it, and even though his brain was telling him that the correct reaction was to be repulsed by the creature, he found the sight of her extremely sexy. His manhood approved twice. 'What was that about disappearing, this is the exact opposite, and all this glorious power is associated with a mere scout?' The president was rendered speechless while his brain ran a hundred miles an hour, each one of his questions invited another, and then another. "You are overreacting, I see our time apart has failed to change you." "…" The president stood there motionless as he

" Yes, Father. I saw your text last night saying you won't be available for dinner. Are you still on your trip? " " I am, Asher. There is a little delay with the code Party. The previous president will be leaving soon and a new one will be elected... Son, I think they are debating on whether I should be the next president " Asher pauses for a long time. He was in his office already, and his team members were there; even the emergency team assistant, Cìan, stood aside to give a report while they all waited for Asher to finish talking to his father-in-law.

"Luna, you're finally here. Nicholas, do you really want to see me?" "Clarice, the CEO is resting now. He woke up last night, but quickly fell asleep again. The doctor said he needed time to recover and now needed rest, and Madame ordered that no one disturb the president's rest." Luna explained to her. "Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Clarice had a pensive expression. "The president has just undergone such a major operation and his whole body is very weak. Can you give him some time to recover first?" Luna said again, and Clarice nodded.

(Mason’s POV) I sat quietly in the living room, watching everyone pace restlessly. My parents were here, they had come running the moment they heard the news. “You mean that good-for-nothing woman is the president of Smithfield Global?” my dad asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. That was the third time he’d asked the same question, and the answer hadn’t changed. Yes, Patricia was now the president. I had never been this shocked in my entire life. It still felt unreal, like a bad dream.

She kept looking and focusing on the supplier who look innocent as ever. 'What a pretense!' She scoffed. "I'm sorry about yesterday. My workers told me everything and it's too surprising that she's your secretary." Fred pointed to Kimberly before giving her a seductive smile. "Good to know that. I'm leaving today and I will like to say I'm no longer interested in the goods again. Maybe next time." "You're no longer what!?" Fred exclaimed. "Are you that surprised? You shouldn't be. You were supposed to be present yesterday and you know I don't take sh*t! Whatever you're going to say, I don't give a f*ck!" He gave him a scornful look and left Fred to himself.