Project Edan Mga Nobela at Kwento

They listened to another set but it wasn't as outstanding as Gary's presentation. Finally, it was Edwin Turner's turn. He stood up from his seat and gave Gary a deadly glance as he walked to the front with his laptop to present the project. Edwin was on his laptop, while waiting for the laptop to connect, he started explaining the project and people were listening attentively, they were eager to see the prototype. It was unique and a lot simpler. It was more ideal in terms of satisfactory customer service. Edwin noticed their satisfied expression and he grinned to himself. Seeing his laptop on, Edwin started clicking on the mouse to navigate to the project, but to his surprise, he couldn't o

Eden loosened his grip on his laptop and chuckled when he heard that I was asking about the company. If only he knew that I was here for war. "Oh, Kendrick. I see that’s why you are here?" He gestured toward his son, who was already grinning ear to ear. It disgusted me even more. "Our company is having this breakthrough because of Joshua. After a huge brainstorm, they were able to create such masterpieces. I can’t wait to see them live." Somehow Mr. Eden’s smile dropped when he caught a glimpse of my expression. He leaned closer. "Kendrick, did the design catch your fancy? If you want, we can have one customized for you. Or even better, the female styles are also exquisite. If you have a wom

If I was prone to envy I'd want her hair, but I'll deal with mine thank you very much, though it takes the stylist forever to straighten it whenever I'm in the mood. Anyway, now you know a little bit about me on to the meat of the story. Well, as if my life isn't hell on earth as it is, what with the asstards that I have to deal with, like the Mandy Taylors of the world and her little henchmen, now they're bringing a hotshot football star here this semester. The Eden High community has been in an uproar for the past few days since the news broke that Jared Claiborne was coming here.

"This is another one. Project Eden. Mr. Jang sent it to me and told me to do it." Claire’s pulse quickened. Her face remained calm, but something cold stirred in her stomach. Project Eden. A future campaign. Paused indefinitely, waiting on schedules, clearances—still locked in confidential channels. The kind of material only meant for senior eyes. She stepped closer, leaning in to glance at the screen. Her breath caught. "Mark gave this to you directly?" She tried to make sure if she didn't hear it wrong. "Yes." Claire hesitated. The edges of her doubt curled in her mouth, but she bit them back. "Alright. Just don’t stay too late, okay? This place can feel different at night."

Edward stated, his voice seeming low. If I didn't know him, I would think he was disappointed. "Thanks, man," I said. "Don't thank me yet. We have a billion-dollar project to work on, get her back first, and then you can thank me." He muttered. I smiled, grabbing the file from him. We both worked on it till it was past the closing time of my company. Edward yawned tiredly, rubbing his eyes. "Let's finish this later," I muttered, packing up.

" He continued. I gulped and was not quite sure whether to be proud or dreadful. Edward placed a hand lightly on my shoulder,a mentor’s gesture, warm and steady. “I have a new project launching next month,” he said. “A major one. I want you on it. In fact…” He paused, eyes narrowing with deliberate precision. “I want you and Damian to lead it together.” My heart skipped. “Together?” “Yes,” he said. “Consider it an opportunity. For growth. For responsibility.”

"I'm very good Taylor. And you?" "I'm fine. I was wondering if you have ten minutes." "Why?" "OK, so I'm doing a project about . . ." "Nope, sorry, Taylor. No can do." he shook his head. "But . . . you haven't even heard what it's about!" "I don't need to. Taylor Crewman plus unidentified project equals disaster with a capital D. I don't know about you but I'd rather not be called a - and I quote - short elf - unquote - on air."

I dropped the phone back into my purse, the laughter bubbling up again, this time darker. Eddie leaned over the bar beside me, one arm around my waist. “Who was that?” I brushed his chest with a lazy smile. “A very good friend of mine.” “Mm,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “As long as she’s not richer than me.” “Jealous much?” I teased. He chuckled, but it faded quickly. “Actually, baby… there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Here it comes. He turned toward me, his expression suddenly serious. “There’s this project I’m working on — a massive one. It’ll cost around two hundred million to push through.”

“Business is business, Lauren. I’ve been following Lauren Fashion for a while. You’ve built something impressive.” Lauren said nothing. Her chest tightened. Madeline casually took a step forward. “Oh, and I’ve also invested in the Geneva Link Project.” Lauren frowned. “What project?” Madeline tilted her head. “You don’t know?” She laughed softly. “It’s the biggest tech and infrastructure competition in Europe right now. A one-year proposal. Ethan and his father are in on it—under a different name, of course. But I’ve done my homework.” Lauren stared at her, confused. Ethan was working on something like that? She hadn’t known. He hadn’t told her.