Strictly Business Carrie Elks Novels & Stories

She tried to think of possible scenarios, but nothing made sense. The elevator dinged as it reached the parking garage. Elarie followed closely behind Danreb as they approached a sleek, black car. Collin, his driver, who doubled as his bodyguard, was already waiting by the vehicle, opening the back door as they approached. Without a word, Danreb slid into the back seat, and Elarie hesitated for only a moment before following him. Once they were settled, Danreb spoke to the driver. “Take us to the mall.” Elarie blinked in confusion. She glanced out of the tinted windows as the car pulled out of the parking garage.

“I'll go to the game. Thanks for the ride.” She grabbed her bags and stepped out of the car. Before she could close the door, the driver said, “Let me know if you need a ride to the airport afterward.” “I think I'll be okay,” she said, with a forced smile. “I do appreciate it, but I'd rather find someone who doesn't work in secret for Oliver. By the way, you're not getting a tip.” “Fair enough,” he said, with a chuckle. “You have a good day.” “You too.” Elsie closed the door and then got in line.

This time, she’s not the one driving but their driver. The whole entire time, she’s fidgeting, trying to recall everything that transpired. Even though Kai was busy with work and rarely went home whenever he’s on business trips, he never stays out when he’s in the country. This was the first time he’s ever done this. At the charity ball, Ellyse was greeted by many businessmen, CEO’s, investors and the likes. She socialized with them despite having Kai at the very back of her head. “You’re not with anyone, Ms. Ellyse?” Miss Athena, the CEO of an IT company asked her. She saw her with her husband earlier but it seems like he’s socializing elsewhere.

Strip malls and car dealerships and the particular architecture of places that existed only because people needed to drive through them to get somewhere else. Elijah let his gaze drift across the passing landscape. He thought about the itinerary in his bag—the schedule, the dress codes, the list of forty names he'd spent the past two nights memorizing. Board members and their spouses. Major investors. A few people Marcus had described as "friends of the family," though the way he'd said it suggested the term was flexible. He thought about the sleeping situation.

He had too much trust in Heart Eater. That excessive amount of arrogance would lead him to doom. One day flew by, and the day of the Business Alliance's presidential election arrived in a flash. On that day, the entire venue was surrounded by security, and no outsiders were permitted in. After all, the guests of the event were all of Celandine City’s top entrepreneurs, and they could not afford to have anything to go wrong. All of the cars that entered the venue were also top-tier cars. There were a variety of high-end luxury cars there.

Carlon sat infront of me. "What about cara?" he asked me. "She's been working too much." "She is. That's why I volunteered to deliver the brownies, so she won't have to worry," "Always look out to her. She might overwork herself again. I'm worried," I said. "Don't worry, Austin. Our father will start his therapy soon. That's was the only reason why cara worked so hard, to earn money for dad's therapy, but his batchmates from high school helped him."