Strictly Business Carrie Elks Novels & Stories

War paint for a battlefield she'd never trained to fight on. Elena grabbed her clutch, a borrowed item from Sarah who'd practically squealed when she'd explained where she was going, and headed downstairs. The moment she pushed through the building's front door, the humid Chicago evening wrapped around her like a warning. Dante stood beside a black town car that probably cost more than her entire block's annual income combined. He wore a tuxedo that transformed him from the intense businessman she'd grown accustomed to into something else entirely. Something dangerous and devastating.

The arrival of a vehicle was always an event. As they climbed out, stretching stiff limbs, the main door of the central administration building—a repurposed school—swung open, and Eli stepped out. Eli was one of Carlos’s most trusted, a man in his late twenties with a quiet competence and a perpetual, slightly worried expression, as if he were personally responsible for the structural integrity of the entire universe. His eyes scanned the car, then Jake and Ethel, before landing on Levi, who was climbing out of the back seat, looking small and incredibly grimy against the backdrop of the organized camp. “Jake. Ethel,” Eli said with a curt nod. “Good to see you back in one piece. Carlos will

her driver asked, opening the car door. “No, not yet,” she replied, entering the car. “To Marshall & Hewitt.” “Okay, ma’am,” the driver said before starting the car and driving out. The drive wasn’t long, and soon they reached her former firm. Elara stepped out elegantly as the driver quickly opened the car door for her. She walked into the firm, and all eyes turned to her as soon as she entered. She was glowing and dressed elegantly—a perfect image of a noblewoman.

I sigh heavily as I sink to my seat. My mind is redirected to the joke just made by Clinton, I sigh. These people are just tormenting me with their attention, what would be expected being the only girl in the midst of men. This shouldn't be a problem to me, I'm on paid duty and have to ignore all challenges. The car drives into a tall glass building with an architectural design that seems to be a hotel. I raise my head up, ELS Hotels and Suites is inscribed boldly with giant gold letters and a red design symbol on the top of it, fitting into a logo.

She told Grandpa Albert the license plate number. The answer that Grandpa Albert gave her petrified her on the spot. He said, "Ah. If my memories serve, Master Cedrick went out in that car this afternoon." "Are you sure it was a Mercedis Maybach? A black one?" Catelyn's eyes were slightly red and her face turned pale. Grandpa Albert nodded solemnly. "Master Cedrick has been driving his Bently to work recently, and occasionally, he'll drive his Mercedis Maybach. Yes, it's the Mercedis Maybach you mentioned. What happened, Miss Clark? Did something happen?"

Val closed the door behind her and drove to the Premium Plaza Hotel. Once comfortably seated at the back, Jessica grabbed her phone from her clutch purse and dialed a number. It rang two time before they'd pick up her call. "Hello Rose, I assume you're enjoying your ride ?" Elijah said on the other end. " I appreciate it, but since when does your associates get to voyage in fancy cars Eli?" "Since you saved my company at the last minute by accepting this deal" "So I get it is special treatment huh ?"

The next two days went in a blur. Eleana joined back to the office next Monday and got busy with the company's 100th-year Celebration. The Campbell Corporation was founded by Philip Campbell's Grandfather and currently was being inherited by Ayden Campbell. As the company turned 100 years old, they decided to arrange a grand celebration for it. Eleana was in charge of managing the event beside Ayden so the next few days were going to be hectic for her.

“So what are you going to do?” I stare at my phone sitting face down on the coffee table. Carter’s business card is tucked neatly beneath it. I don’t answer right away. Instead, I reach for the card. My pulse starts climbing immediately. The black card stock is smooth between my fingers, embossed in silver: CARTER J. FORD Executive Director Ford Corporation. Carrie goes completely still beside me. “No way,” she whispers. I unlock my phone and then I type in the number from the card.

" Elsa didn't know how to explain, Mr Sampson had totally misunderstood her. she's only an unknown actress, driving a Lamborghini to work would be saying she's being supported by a sugar daddy. according to Raymond's lifestyle, Elsa knew the car's in the garage must all be luxurious cars without looking. "is there a... cheaper, more ordinary car?" she asked. Mr Sampson pondered for a second, then said tentatively, "master Yates cars may not be able to meet your requirements, master Todd's ORV Grand Cherokee is parked in the garage, maybe you can drive his car?"

"Two of them? My dear, do you even know the price of—" "I’m well aware of the price, Julian," Carrie said, her voice cold and absolute. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek, black titanium card—a Quinton-grade executive card that only the highest-ranking members of the Mack Group and the Quinton Consortium possessed. "And I’m also well aware that EB Motors is a subsidiary of the Quinton Consortium," Carrie continued, her gaze fixed on Julian. "Which means, as the second-in-command of the Mack Group and a direct representative of the Quinton interests in Wisteria, I am technically your employer’s employer."