Sir Billiam の小説・ストーリー

Speak- said Sir Robert Jones- we are the most interested in clarifying the infamous murder of Willemina, we want to get to the bottom of all this and that that monster pays all his life in prison- Sir Robert Jones finished speaking, as he arrived one of the maids upon hearing the bell that had been called by a bell. Miss, gentlemen- said the young woman, bowing to the people who were sitting in the room- Bring a whiskey for the gentlemen, and for me a glass of wine, maybe bring a few sandwiches for Sir Macmillan- Elizabeth spoke with education- the maid nodded to her young mistress and left.

He hadn’t really had time to remember their faces back then and he doubted that had changed. “And finally, we have the west wing team. They’re ones responsible for your rooms, of course. Miss Green, Miss Cameron, Miss Banks, Miss Humphrey and the latest addition to our staff Miss Smith,” Mrs Patterson introduced, sounding every bit proud of her ability to hire the best and overseeing the household.

"Good afternoon Sir," Jack and Alice said it together. Hearing that, she came to her senses. The old man is the owner of this company, William Wills. He looked to have crossed 50 but despite his age he looked fit and perfectly healthy. 'I wonder if Stefen and Mr. William are somehow connected. They do have the same surname.' Jasmine mused. "Good afternoon Sir," she said it with a smile. "Good afternoon Sir," Stefen's voice followed hers.

We have prepared everything for your arrival. - Bene. Qualcuno ha chiamato? (Good. Someone called?) - Sì, he signor Romano ha chiesto di fissare an inconstrois he prima possible. (Yes, Mr. Romano asked to fix a meeting as quickly as possible.) I watch them exchange with an ease that I could never match. Alessandro, in its element, gives off an imposing, almost intimidating aura. It is not the same man as in Dubai. Here, he is even safer, more powerful.

Amy says. "Amy is right. It's not as easy as it seems. Williams took a loan of one million dollars, he didn't repay it nor did he take all the threat seriously. Instead, he threatened back saying he now works for the rival gang and we can't touch him. He is a twisted fucker. " Adam fills in Jamie with the necessary information. "Are we really gonna kill him for a million dollars?" Amy can't be more annoyed by Jamie, he is just a beauty without a brain.

As soon as we entered the Alpha’s chambers, I signaled Marcus to go stand back at the far end of the corridor, while keeping an eye at the Beta, as the alpha and I, entered his chambers. After been certain we were alone, I asked gingerly, “Is the Sir William you speak of a tall night? With a wolf drawings on his left arm?” “Hmmmm…yeah Sir William is tall and I think he has a drawing on his arm also, but I’m unsure of which arm exactly…why do you ask boy?” “Because a spy was caught sending and receiving information from this pack, bearing the sigil and wearing your colors. He had said his name to be Sir William.” I replied curtly.

She said as if they were acquaintances. Gerardo, Or preferably Mr Williams was quite a contrast to Louisa’s bubbly attitude. Mr Williams had dark caramel skin, his skin was shining like it was illuminated by the sun. His choice of outfit wasn't as creative as Louisa’s, It was rather a subtle choice that matched Grace's outfit a lot. Like Louisa and Grace, He had a white button-up shirt dress tucked neatly in his suede pants, His choice of shoes were simple as well he wore a brown leather shoe and black socks to match. Mr Williams had a lighter shade of brown eyes, quite lighter than Louisa's, His lips were Matt dark quite similar to his skin colour . He however had white shiny teeth that sto

he called out, voice rough but amused. I raised an eyebrow. “It’s Bianca.” He tilted his head, blew out a slow stream of smoke. “Cu.....te. I’m Trevor. But everyone calls me Trev.” He glanced at Lily and then back at me, and for a second, his whole expression softened. “Is she yours?” he asked. “Yup. She’s the real boss.” He smiled small, crooked, but warm and nodded before stepping back inside, letting the door shut with a dull thud.

“Second, when you answer, I want you to call me ‘Sir’.” My eyes widen. My abdomen flares with heat. My breath becomes shaky. I shift my head, trying to look up at him, but his hand goes back to my hair to keep me in place. “Do you understand?!” He demands. I swallow. Then I awkwardly nod my head as best as I can against the desk. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” I say breathlessly. Why does he suddenly want to be called sir? I have suspicions. Starting with the obvious fact that I said it at the office earlier today.

she added with a hint of sarcasm. "Secretary? You hired him as your secretary?" Susana asked with a hint of disbelief. "Yes, is there a problem with that?" Helaina replied calmly. Susana scoffed. "He's just a nobody. What makes him qualified to be your assistant?" Helaina's expression hardened. "He's qualified because I hired him. And as for your concern, it's none of your business. Or do you want to add more trouble for yourself?" Realizing that she couldn't humiliate herself any further in front of Helaina, Susana