Steve X Novels & Stories

he said casually, lifting the hand that held the cigarette in Winter’s direction as a signal to the factory manager. The man froze for a moment, then nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Steve.” Chris was the head of the Xander Corporation, and everyone addressed him as Mr. Xander. Calling Steve “Mr. Xander” as well would be confusing, and he hated being addressed as Vice President Xander. Over time, people had settled on calling him Mr. Steve. Pale smoke drifted into the air. Steve’s gaze fixed steadily on Winter’s face, his eyes narrowing slightly with an unreadable look.

Xander said and I intertwined my fingers on the desk. I glanced at Steve who was sitting on a couch and since he was so close, it was easy to create a telepathic connection to him. "Just like you said," I said to Steve while looking at Xander with a fake smile. "Just play along. Don't do anything to annoy him," Steve's voice echoed in my head. "Alright. Steve will get th-," I replied to Xander and he raised his left hand to take a look at his wristwatch again. "I would expect a company that claims to be this big to have a good oversight and prepare these things in advance," Xander interrupted me and I clenched my fist under the table as I tried to control the anger I was already feeling.