Randy Adderson Novels & Stories

Waiters weaved past the rich business moguls, silver trays balanced on the tips of ther fingers. "It's aways the same people," he said. "That's why I called it boring. Look," he said and pointed. "As usual we have Sergio Ramirez, the only Latino who comes for stuff like this, Raphael, crazy tech guy, Chad Gates, undergarment industry enthusiast, and..." he paused and his eyes widened at the sight of a large white man in a crisp tuxedo and a glistening bald head and a tiny mustache. "Oh my God, it's Gene Johnson!" he squealed in surprise. "Another business guru?" Christine inquired.

"Did you say—" "Yes, Oscar Bass. It was then that I knew how high up this thing really went. He was—is—one of the most influential people in all the tech world. And I, Andre Randall from Little Brook Trailer Park, was to meet and obey tech royalty. So I went, but before I did, I needed protection—proof.

the man deliberately provoked. "Even if the honeymoon time is not enough, you can always extend it." Randy, who had been listening, also spoke up. Delighted to tease both Arabella and Samuel. "Don't worry about work in Indonesia. I'm here to handle everything," he confidently said. "That's not the concept, Mr. Adiaksa," Samuel replied. "If you handle everything, someday you might find yourself being kicked out of the leadership position." Randy immediately laughed. Apparently, what he was thinking had already been read by his cousin.

he assistant quickly retrieved his thoughts and then said, "President, Mr. Harrah said he needs your help and wants to meet with you tonight, what do you think?" "ok." Alex Brown nodded. The assistant spoke with some curiosity, "What else does he need your help with?" Alex Brown snorted, "Becoming president is only temporary. Although their family does not object, there are many people who support Adams Harrah. The old guys promised to vote for Randall Halla, but they did not promise to support Randall Halla forever. " After hearing what he said, the assistant nodded with deep understanding, and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The way Randy was staring at Eli and George was not good. Sweat poured down George's back. "I'll fix this," George said. "No, you won't." Randy's tone was cold. Deadly. "George, take a walk with me." Eli's tone was brisk. Final. One by one the other screens flickered to black until it was just Randy and Eli staring at him. "I've been with you for twenty years," George said. "Doesn't that count for something?" "Not when you fucked up this badly." Randy leaned back, hands folded across his lap. He was former military, some sort of black ops turned mercenary and then hired on to be their guard dog.

"It's been two days, Addison. And you're still in your world. Don't you want to meet your father? Shofia? Mr. Clarke? Me?" I stuffed my hands into my pants pockets and took a long breath. "Damon." Suddenly, I turned my head towards the voice calling me. It was Addison's father standing not far from me. I thought I was safe, coming here so as not to be seen by anyone. Shofia, Hayden, and Mr. Rundolph, I was caught too. I think Mr. Rudolph's health has started to improve, and now he can walk around alone without the help of a nurse or a wheelchair. As a man who was once her son-in-law, I chose to approach Addison's father and ask him how he was.

“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. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through

We fought in sync and brought them all down, leaving them just alive enough to be picked up by the cops later. “Adder…” I said cautiously as Miss Randall stopped at the door and gave me a dazzling smile as she took out the key to unlock the door. “I think you will fall in love with this one, Mason.” she said, batting her eyes at me, practically purring my name. I sighed and looked at Adder. “Fine. I’m on board.” I whispered. Adder smirked. “Follow my lead.” she grinned. I am in so much trouble.

Sitting on a chair nearby, Randy Brown was smoking a cigarette gracefully. His ten bodyguards were standing in a row behind him. Randy Brown looked at the bloodied body of Rogers and his lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought the man who could crippled my younger brother and eliminate Johnson would be a lot more impressive than this. What an disappointment."