Quinlan Voss の小説・ストーリー

After Jeremy heard that, his hands froze as they were trying to flip open the documents. “You’re dismissed.” Ken did not ask much before leaving. Jeremy flipped through the documents quickly, and the information on them was simple. Vera Quinn was from F Country. She grew up in F Country and had never come to Glendale before. She studied psychology in university and had lots of interests. There was close to zero information about her social life. It just stated that she had a very close male friend.

Cameras clustered at the entrance, hungry and polite. Dominic exited the car first. Then he offered me his hand. Not because I needed help. Because everyone needed to see it. The flash of cameras was immediate. Questions followed; controlled, smiling, predatory. “Mr. Voss, who are you attending with tonight?” “Is this a new partnership?” Dominic didn’t slow. “Elara Quinn,” he said calmly. “With me.” No title. No explanation. Claim without definition. Inside, the atmosphere was deceptively warm. Music drifted. Glasses clinked. Laughter came easily to people who’d never paid for it.

He looked to his left seeing Quinn grinning at him. “Good to see you too pal.” Quinn smirked. Quinn was one badass boss capable of the impossible, he never feared anything even if it will take his own life. A very unpredictable person with attachment issues. Orlando and Quinn have been working together for five years in the CIA, outing different missions both dangerous and casual ones before Mark became his new partner.

” “That’s right, but many people arrived this morning claiming that something happened after using our cosmetics. “They're blocking our company’s entrance because they don't agree with our statement. They keep insisting for us to do something.” Elaine smiled bitterly. Chase frowned when he heard this. His instincts indicated that someone was behind this. “I’d like to find out who has been defaming our company.” Quinn took a deep breath and led her team toward the crowd. She said loudly, “Please be quiet, everyone. I’m the CEO of Blizzard Group. My name is Quinn Norris. Please listen to me.” The noisy crowd immediately quietened. Everyone turned to look at her. A young man with a crew cut and

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.

He didn't just hold my hand—his fingers wrapped firmly around my wrist, pulling me flush against his side as the blinding white flash of paparazzi cameras erupted around us. “Mr. Voss! Over here!” “Mr Voss, is the Vreeth merger still on the table?” “Who is the woman? Is she family?” Harrison ignored the barrage, his grip on my wrist tightening into an unyielding, possessive brand. He steered me through the glass doors of the museum gallery, where the annual Voss Developments Charity Gala was in full swing. The grand hall was a sea of glittering diamonds, champagne flutes, and the low, predatory hum of high-society gossip.

"Our apologies for the sudden intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is... Kellan Miller. This is my wife Sylvia." "We were once high ranking officials in QS Holdings. Now, thanks to that trash Oliver Reed, we are disgruntled former employees." added Sylvia. Sandy grew curious and asked, "Explain, Kellan and Sylvia. How could a broke trash loser cost both of you your jobs." Kellan replied promptly, "On the day we were fired, Lorraine Mensah addressed that loser as boss. As you may be aware, Lorraine Mensah is the CEO of QS Holdings. Why would she call that trash loser 'boss' ?"

Who the hell was she really? By the time the night started winding down, Jerry was back. He tossed a folder on the table in front of me. “Basic info,” he said. “Name’s Valerie Quinn. Age twenty-eight. A lawyer—badass one, too. Recently won a high-profile case. Sent the ex-president’s son to jail for fraud and assault. Got the guy twenty years behind bars. She’s making headlines in the legal world.”

I shook my head and tried my best to keep the sour expression from my face. “No, not yet, but I don’t plan on quitting,” I said.“Of course not. The money’s too good,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, that’s just for the rest of the year. He might be gone next year and then what? Don’t put all of your eggs into one basket. Spread that shit out. Just think of this as a special assignment until he’s gone.” Leaning in, she murmured in my ear. “Char has been bugging me to consider taking on VIP clients.” “All ready?” I asked. I shouldn’t have been shocked but it hadn’t even been 24 hours since Shane entered the picture.

I gave him a sad smile and nodded. "We'd love to." He smiled and looked at Allen who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Layton smiled brightly as well then cleared his throat. "Then let's start this. Do you, Channing Stephens, pledge to be loyal to the Greenwood Pack for as long as you shall live?" He asked. I placed my right hand over my heart and my left one in the air as my sign that I pledge. "I do."