Novel & Cerita Strictly Business Carrie Elks

Alexander's voice came through the wood. "The car is ready." Elara stood. She smoothed the navy fabric down and took a steadying breath. Mrs. Chen handed her a small leather clutch. "For the certificate," she said quietly. "You will need identification." Elara opened the purse. Her driver's license was inside. Her real one. The one that said Dr. Elara Vance. For now. She walked to the door and opened it. Alexander stood in the hallway. He wore a charcoal suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie. He looked like he was prepared for a hostile board takeover.

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.

Jasper asked. "Greed Jasper, its what makes Elaine's world spin" "She can't cut off some of those millions and buy us a company car?" "I know what she'll say to that... 'You two are basically traveling the world doing jobs for me, I'd be waisting money on a car for you' get it?" "Yeah, I'll add to that 'Then if you leave the car at the airport its parking needs to be paid" Hector chuckled "It needs services" "It needs tyres"

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."