Stephen E Romane & Geschichten

Mike had no idea that I had already set a trap for Mike and MacTech. I got an invitation to lunch with Stephen Mac, the CEO of MacTech at a restaurant. Stephen Mac was thirty-two years old and really well known in the tech world for being smart and a bit crazy. Stephen Mac was the kind of person who made you respect him and fear him at the time. I went to the restaurant dressed in a business suit looking like the Vane heiress to talk business about MacTech.

HAYDEN’S POV If someone told me yesterday that Stephen and I would spend twelve straight hours studying together without killing each other, I would’ve laughed in their face. Yet here we are. Day one of preparation starts with him ripping apart my entire understanding of economics. “Wrong,” Stephen says flatly. I glare at the paper between us. “You didn’t even look at it.” “I don’t need to.” He taps the notebook with his pen. “Your formula is already incorrect.”

Arthur said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register that made the air in the room feel freezing. "And he does his job. Unlike you, who spends his days playing CEO in a suit he hasn't earned. Don't speak about your brother when you're sitting at my table." Leo’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He looked away, staring down at his plate, his chest rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths. The silence that followed was suffocating. I sat there, trapped between a step-father who was slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, and a step-brother who was looking at me like he wanted to burn the house down.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

He stood to his feet, dusting off nonexistent dust on his shirt before pinning me with his gaze; his beady brows were furrowed in confusion. He was Sabrina’s father. Stephen of the house of Vale. His hair was the same shade as his daughter's, blond and light, while his eyes were a dark brown that changed colours based on what he was thinking. Elder Stephen had always been a silent participant in the council. Even though he was barely silent behind me. He only exhibited such behavior when I was around, and I wondered if he wanted me to see him as the cool elder. “Speak,” I said to him.

" I appreciated and had my seat again. His eyes lingered on me for a while longer. In his eyes were kindness and admiration... wait, admiration? Stephen nudged my arm. "Do you think Mr Sterly is pulling strings?" He whispered in my ear. Hearing the familiar name, my heart thumped, and I glanced at Stephen. "Mr Sterly?" My voice broke a bit. Damn. Why was he affecting me so much? It surely had to be the estrus... Stephen lowered his voice even further. "This white-faced professor will never be kind to anyone except when he's scared of them. Who could he be scared of if not Mr Sterly?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"Being overconfident isn't a good thing," Stephanie remarked before checking the time. "The meeting is about to start, Mr. Grover. It's best if you stop wasting time on this nonsense." She turned to leave, and as Tyler stared at her back, he abruptly said, "Stay away from Adrian Hawke, Steph." "You have no right to interfere with my business," Stephanie reminded impatiently. "He has ulterior motives when it comes to you." Stephanie laughed. "Instead of thinking such things, Mr. Grover, perhaps you should reflect on whether you've been behaving in such an outrageous manner that even other people can't stand it anymore."

But he won't give up until she forgives him. Elizabeth was in her office, working. Her mind is all over the place. She checked the time. She has a lunch plan with Stephen. She finished up with what she's doing and sent him a message that they should meet at their favorite restaurant. Stephen takes care of the Sky corporation while she handles the Presley corporation. No one knows who the CEO of Sky corporation is except those he wants to do business with. Everyone only knows that the CEO of sky corporation is Stephen Stone but no one has seen him. But after they took over the Presley corporation, Stephen revealed himself as the CEO.

His voice was smooth, controlled. “Don’t you worry, Mr. Stephen,” he said into the phone, “everything is taken care of.” The name hit me like a freight train. Stephen—he was a VVIP guest at our hospital just a few days ago, admitted for renal stone treatment. I had seen him, passed by his room, never imagining that this seemingly ordinary patient had any connection to Emera’s death. But now, everything was falling into place, and the truth was even more terrifying than I could have guessed.