Président Novels & Stories

Herbert replied in astonishment. Mr. Herbert Marcello, the president overseeing the Organization. He was looking to be in his mid-sixties and was considered the most powerful on the planet. He wore a dark grey Armani Suit and bored the appearance of a top executive. Gey hair and wrinkled face show his age, donning a clean-shaven Asian face.

"Hehe.... Grandma, my father is the President. He let me stay and take care of you and Pretty Lady" Grandma first looked at Samantha, then at Noah. She was stunned and shocked. "What! Samantha.....this is the child.... The only son of Mr President?" Samantha turned and squinted at the little fellow behind her, indicating that he should watch his words. Then she had to nod to her grandmother and said with a guilty conscience. "Yes, I am now Mr President's chef. I have a good relationship with Mr Presidential son " Noah did not accept Samantha's warning at all and continued to say with a cheeky smile, "hehe..... Pretty Lady and my father have a good relationship as well "

Meanwhile Stephanie walked out of the private room and headed to the restroom, after using the restroom, washing her hands and fixing her hair , just she was about to step out, she overheard a couple of people nearby whispering about Nathan -the name piqued her curiosity and she stayed back. “I just saw the CEO of the Robinsons family Corporation and a group of elite men walking into the restaurant.” "I overheard President Robinson discussing with President Reed, the CEO of the Reeds Group. President Robinson just got back from a business trip abroad, and instead of going home, he called his friends and they came here instead. Does he really hate his wife that much?”

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

The woman nodded and waved over another woman who was loitering in the background “I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Paula, and this is Clara, our most experienced facial technician as requested by Mr Cartwright.” I reached out my hand at the introduction out of habit, then as I noticed the confusion on their faces I realized, their clientele probably didn’t normally offer a handshake. I was not comfortable with such formality. “Please ladies, I’m just a woman, like you, let’s not stand on ceremony ok? Please relax.”

He looked at the unconscious man and frowned. Afterall, the man before them was The President of the United States.

He did not want to refuse her openly. Therefore, he replied in an even more respectful tone, "Miss Kyle, that's not the case. The President is the ultimate leader of our country, but his power is limited by the people. Everyone on the team had been carefully hired and there is also a limitation as to the number of the members. Overall, it would not be a simple feat."

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

“The big announcement we have this morning for the citizens of our great country is to announce the coronation of the New king, who is my son, Prince Richard Amaan and the inauguration of the new cabinet members who will be headed by my other Son, Aslam Amaan in the next three days. We hope you give us your blessings” Father stood up from the hot seat and made his way into his office. The reporters were still following him, trying to get his attention one way or the other while I find a way to get away unnoticed. “Father” I called out once I entered his office. I saw someone who looked just like me- the younger version of me, standing beside the window. “Richard, you’re here. Since the two o