Quinlan Voss Novels & Stories

Once when she told me about the surveillance. I set down my brush. "What?" "You're going to see something in the news. Or Mia's going to see it and come running to you with her phone. So I'm telling you first." A pause. Riley's pauses are nothing like Silas's. His carry processing time. Hers carry strategy. "Killian Voss resigned from Voss Group. Voluntarily. He and Conrad had a falling out. The financial press is losing their minds." I sit down on the edge of my bed. My hand finds the mattress. Grips.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Shawn Wilkinson, head of the Vice Squad for the city." I pointed at Elena behind me, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold smile as I added, "That 'client' you mentioned is my lawful wife, Elena Monroe. "

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

She would have given everything she had to disappear. Kael still had not looked at her. He was already moving — stepping to the side, gesturing to someone near the front of the pack, a young woman who moved forward with the composed grace of someone who had been prepared for exactly this moment. Lira registered her distantly: dark hair, polished bearing, the controlled neutrality of someone accustomed to being watched. Mira Voss. Councilor Voss's daughter. The alliance everyone in Silver Ridge's upper ranks had been quietly anticipating for months. Of course.

Hahaha! I did a little g****e search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison. I see a family business. A big family business. Having a last look in the mirror, I grab Ethan's degree and certificates and leave the apartment whistling at my pre-success. Now that I have no ponytail, my head feels light and smart.

Kane's hand tightened once at her back. And then Damian Voss — CEO of Voss Innovations, one of the ten most photographed men in American business — bent one knee. Then the other. In the middle of the Grand Ballroom, in front of two hundred people and no shortage of cameras, he knelt on the marble floor and looked up at her. The room went absolutely silent.

,i listened to his husky voice as he stretched out his hands motioning to the sofa . I sat down without any delay," Sir, I'm here to discuss about the partnership deal with our company. I'm Selene Woods, the owner of JVL constructions and i heard you refused to deal with my subordinates",i said in one breathe, resisting the urge to pant heavily afterwards. "Yes, i know that. I'm Richard Will and it's not necessary to be so formal",he paused briefly. "This isn't the first time we would be meeting, though I have to say, your achievements since i last saw you amazes me".

She clutched her bag. The man in the grey suit — Mr. Hale, he had introduced himself, head of the grants committee had risen slightly from his chair with the smile of someone who had noticed nothing and was simply completing a social formality. "Ah, and here he is. Ms. Voss, allow me to formally introduce Mr. Caleb Wren, our CEO, and the final authority on all grant decisions here at the foundation. Mr. Wren, this is Ms. Nora Voss of NovaCrest Consultancy."

Smith, I'm writing as VP of Operations at Queens Enterprises to request a meeting regarding our ongoing partnership discussions. While I know Isabel Queens has been your primary contact, I'd like to provide additional perspective on our operational capabilities and strategic direction. Would you be available for a meeting next week? I'm happy to work around your schedules. Best regards, Candice Queens Vice President, Operations Queens Enterprises

He held a small, brown paper document folder under his arm—his civilian registry, his release ledger, his proof that he was no longer a number in a federal isolation index. ​Before the driver could even shift the vehicle into park, Grace Voss had her door open. She stepped onto the gravel, her wool coat swinging around her ankles as she walked up the stone steps with a fast, unhurried precision that belonged to a woman who had waited nine years to claim her foundation.