Président Novels & Stories

He looked at Liana and said with a cheerful voice, "Congratulations, Miss Liana Liana, you are the winner with a count of 32 votes over Miss Sonia, capturing the presidency. Congratulations to everyone here and to the citizens of the United States, for we now have a new leader who is courageous and full of wisdom. Congratulations!" Thunderous applause followed the vice president's announcement. This was a live broadcast, and even viewers in front of their screens joined in the celebration. Many of them had voted for Liana but didn't really believe she would secure the final victory. They saw in her a different future for the country. Everyone who supported her was incredibly excited, and eve

That was when he actually knew that Maria was more supportive of Philip than him. He looked at his desk and saw a letter written by his mother. She had told him to take on the position of the president while Philip would return back to his position as the CEO. Henry smiled as he looked outside his office window. At least she finally recognized his leadership ability. That was an achievement for him but he also made it clear to her that he wasn't going to take any orders from her. Before he could turn back to his seat, there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said.

The man smiled gently. “Hello, Aiden.” Zara’s blood ran cold. Because she recognized him immediately from the Harbor files. Andrew Mercer. The future president of the United States. Mercer looked almost disappointed. “This became messier than I hoped.” Zara pulled Aiden behind her. “Stay back.” Mercer ignored her completely. His attention stayed on Aiden. “You look just like Henry did at your age.” Aiden pressed closer against Zara. Mercer sighed softly. “You’re frightening him.”

‘’The famous Miss Quinn behind the success of the Cadel’s projects? ‘’Good day.’’ I curtly greeted the new face before turning my focus to the Elder’s personal assistant. ‘’Is the President free or do I have come another day, Mr. Wright?’’ ‘’The president has been expecting your arrival, Miss Quinn.’’ The personal assistant, Mr. Wright, replies smoothly. His gaze then flicks past my figure.

Leaning in close to Xavier's shoulder, I whispered, "Who is that? He looks very, very familiar... Almost like I've seen him on television or somewhere before." Xavier didn't even turn his head. "Oh, that is the President of the United States." I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw practically hitting the polished marble floor. I stared at Xavier, stunned as hell. "Wait... what?" "What?" Xavier asked, looking down at me with genuine confusion. "Did you just casually wave at the President and not walk over to greet him?!" I hissed under my breath, my eyes darting back to the man in the blue suit. "The heck, Xavier! No wonder he looked familiar! He's literally the head of state!"

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

"Behind the scenes, he's merely acting as a proxy, running the business on behalf of the actual president." Antoine lifted his head from the files, peering at the other man from the rim of his glasses. "And who is the true president?" "You know who she is," he replied, hesitating for a moment. "The true President of B. Accessories is. . . Juniper Laurent." Immediately, Antoine swiped his glasses off his face, his eyes widening in utmost shock. "WHAT?!" He exclaimed. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes, sir," he said with certainty. "I am a hundred percent sure."

Schina rebutted. "Why do you seem surprised? Don't you realize Mr. Hodreal is the President of this company?" Marie inquired. "Did you mean that he is the owner of W Design Studio too?" She muttered. ---