Senior Member Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"And, of course, we won't forget about this one… since you're old enough for this, you might want to take a few sips— Brewed Coffee! And take note it is still nice and hot." "You really almost bought everything!" Serine felt a bit overwhelmed. "We can't help but buy a few little extras… since the Senior is really excited about the visit." "You are still calling him senior, after all these years, haven't you been promoted a long time ago? If I want to be honest, you particularly look like a senior officer right now!" Serine jokingly said. "Really? Do I look that old now? Then why are my juniors keep telling me that I'm ageless…" the junior officer replied.

computers. “Damsel, you resemble a curious kitten. Is this your first time here?” an old man with a pot belly inquired, but I ignored him. He was a senior citizen who looked to be in his fifties. He should be at home caring for his grandchildren, but instead, he is flirting with a young adult who has only recently reached adulthood. “Yeah, it is my first time here,” I responded emotionlessly, and he seemed. He picked up a knife from the drink tray and repeatedly clicked it into his wine glass to draw the attention of the others present.

They couldn't help but ask: "What’s with all this protégé talk?" The elder mystics in the group started commenting. "I’m over eighty years old; it’s not suitable for me to be a fan calling someone my bias; so, I’ll just be a senior supporter." Others followed suit. "I’m seventy-eight this year; I can only be a senior supporter too." "I’m almost ninety, so calling her my bias would be inappropriate. I’ll be a senior supporter." "I’m ninety-six this year, officially a senior supporter." "Even though I’m only sixty-eight, I’ll be a senior supporter."

It reminded Ann of the sort of study you would see old grandfathers have in the movies, permeated by the smell of leather and old books gathering dust on the shelves. "Why are we in here?" Lexi asked as she perused some of the books lining the walls. "Waiting for Bartholomew. He's one of the Senior Elders, which makes him one of the advisors that I'll be relying on for... we… advice really I suppose." Ann explained. "Senior Elder?" Lexi snorted in amusement, "Goddess, just how crusty do you have to be in order to be a Senior Elder? Elders are already ancient enough aren't they?"

As Horace walked in, the servant standing at the entrance bowed slightly and whispered, “Fifth Elder, First Elder is resting and declines to see guests.” Horace frowned and said, “It's urgent. I'm going in. I'll be responsible if something happens.” After saying that, Horace barged in and saw an old man in white pajamas lying on a wicker chair. He was leisurely basking in the sun. With a head full of white hair, he was over a hundred years old! He was the most senior and oldest person in the entire Clarke family! He was the ancestor of the last five generations! He belonged to the generation of Roger Clarke’s great-grandfather!

That name sounded familiar. "Do you have a sibling in this school?" "Yes. Ezekiel is my elder brother." Now I knew where I heard that name from. Ezekiel is our senior and on one or two occasions, he had mentioned her name before. "Wow that's good. Nice name." "Thank You." She said and smiled. My eyes roamed her body once more then I dismissed her. "What was that for mr man?" Bianca asked. "Nothing now. I've never seen her before so I decided to talk to her. Is there anything wrong with that?"

“You watched?” “Passing by.” He looked away, toward the fountain. “It was noticeable.” I grinned around my fork. “I’ll fix it. Maybe you can time me sometime.” He didn’t agree. But he didn’t refuse either. Halfway through the meal, a group of seniors walked past. One of them—tall, with neat hair and an easy smirk—slowed. Julius, I thought. Paul’s friend from the times I’d seen them together. “Well, well,” Julius said, voice light but with an edge. “The new couple. How domestic.”

He thrust a large book and pen near me. "No way, ah. It's just a resemblance," said the senior who stood up while shaking his head. He followed the reaction of the seated senior, watching the movement of the pen in my grip as I filled in a row of columns according to the instructions. "Rena's nickname," said the seated senior. "So?" I glanced at the reaction of the senior who was still standing. He frowned and glanced back at me. My curiosity multiplied even more, especially because of his frivolous grin that seemed to be laughing at me.

His reputation is everything to him, it’s the only thing that he’s proud of, and one taint is bought to make his world crumble. Levi, his secretary nodded. He stood in front of the senator’s desk in his office. “Yes, Senator. You don't have to worry about it, I personally handed her the paper and I saw her sign it.” Levi answered in full confidence. Phoenix pulled his tie and opened the few buttons of his polo. He leaned back on his swivel chair and pulled a cigarette from his stash and lit it. His eyes kept on wandering back into the mounted clock on the wall. His body was burning already with need, his anticipation was killing him.

"You haven't met Sir Benjamin or spent time with him yet. Once you get to know him you'll understand. Poor Noel. The old junior tilted his head in confusion. This old junior had been in the association for ninety years. Among the juniors, he had the most seniority, that's why he was called 'old' junior. Once he was able to achieve one hundred years of service he would be called a 'senior' then. If he contributed greatly and his achievements, while he was a junior, were all praise-worthy his status as a senior would be slightly above than the new seniors when he entered the Seniors circle.