Novel & Cerita Presidente

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

Chapter One Hundred And Twelve Alexander’s POV The president nodded, clearly impressed by the demonstration. Questions flowed, probing the limits of our technology, its potential applications, and the safeguards in place to prevent misuse. With each response, I exuded confidence and conveyed our unwavering commitment to transparency, accountability, and responsible innovation. As the meeting drew to a close, the president expressed gratitude for our work and acknowledged the importance of technology in addressing the evolving challenges of the modern world. He spoke of potential collaborations, partnerships that could leverage our expertise to enhance national security and protect citizens.

He said and I nodded. “I am not forgetting that, dad. But we have pack members, and just like we are a mafia family, he is too. You are Capo dei Capi, and he is Pakhan, the one difference is that I am a woman in a man’s world on this one. You know very well that I am not ready to lead all these men who…”

he assistant quickly retrieved his thoughts and then said, "President, Mr. Harrah said he needs your help and wants to meet with you tonight, what do you think?" "ok." Alex Brown nodded. The assistant spoke with some curiosity, "What else does he need your help with?" Alex Brown snorted, "Becoming president is only temporary. Although their family does not object, there are many people who support Adams Harrah. The old guys promised to vote for Randall Halla, but they did not promise to support Randall Halla forever. " After hearing what he said, the assistant nodded with deep understanding, and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

the president said humbly. " It's Alex Parker sir, he died of cancer a few months ago," Noah replied,his voice caught in his throat. The president's face was pensive, "Alex Parker? Alex Parker......" he mumbled, trying to dig his mind. Noah and Gabriel stared at each other, curious as to what the president would say.

He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone, it is an extremely stubborn person who abuses power and a stinky guy who didnt want someone in his way. Ada gritted his teeth as he look at the guy in a black tuxedo suit which was ranked in much more highest position that him. This is the current President whom had again was electing himself as a President for this years as 5 years already passed. 'Old Cow' Ada quietly thought inside his head as he visibly sneered at the corner of his lips when this humane President continued on to say,

Was the contact saved as ‘Mama’ their president’s mother? Was their president’s wife pregnant?

A sly smile formed on his face remembering just how ghostly he had been. The president was now in his study seeping a glass of whiskey. He alternated between dances and swirling around in his seat, probably thrilled by the fact that he just got the woman of his dreams. His mobile rang, the army commander. " He better have good news," " Mr. President, may I see you tonight? I think you might want to see this," Justin said. " Tell me now, is it done?" Malcolm's impatient voice sounded over the phone. " Yes Mr President, I've just confirmed, he is dead," Justin affirmed.

Seeing it, Professor Srivastava wanted to pull his hair but controlled himself. Sofia and a few students were sitting and with them, Rahul Randhwa was also sitting. As he saw him, he asked him. "Mr. Randhwa, why are you sitting? Aren't you agree with Mr. Fernandez's answer?" Rahul Randhwa secretly put back his phone, which was showing the Brak Obam information. He stood up and said, "Yes I do not agree with him." "Then can you tell me your answer?" Rahul Randhwa nodded arrogantly "The Brak Obama was a formal president of United States of America."

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.