The Architect Nikki Sloane の小説・ストーリー

"Sloane, don't start." She grins, completely unbothered, before turning to me again. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. Kind of. Because it’s true, you beat Noah up for what? Doing a drinking game?" “Does Noah share everything with his baby sister?” Alex throws the insult but it bounces back because Sloane doesn't look the least bit offended. “Why? Are you Jealous?” “Anyway,” Alex ignores her question, turning his focus on me, “Sloane’s an interior designer,” he explains, “and since I know nothing about decorating, I called her in to help.”

Upon getting to her front, he leaned over her desk and whispered into her ear. “ Be prepared. I'm a devil and I will be willing to show you to hell.” He smirked darkly at her and walked over to his seat for the next class. Ellie, Prince Killian's girlfriend, glared daggers at Nicki who simply rolled her eyes. Just when Alpha Prince Killian wanted to take his seat, Nicki spoke up. “ Thank you for the invitation. I'm willing to go to hell with you. I bet it would be fun.” She said aloud for everyone to hear.

How could she possibly take over Dorothy's projects? Ignoring her capability, Dorian said coldly, "I've had all the architectural drawings Dorothy designed, whether drafts or final products, sent to you. There's a blank sketchbook among them that lists the projects she took on. Complete them in order." Luana frowned and said, "But I majored in brand design, not architectural design. I don't know how to draw architectural plans." There was a brief silence on the other end. Dorian's helplessness was palpable. "Dorothy has an architectural firm in Los Angeles. The chief designer is Clay Hancock. I'll have him teach you personally. Remember, study well and don't tarnish Dorothy's reputation."

he said, opening the envelope, "has redefined the relationship between community and environment. Her work on the Chicago Cultural Center and the new Eco-Wing of the MoMA challenges us to build not just for today, but for a living future." He paused. My heart stopped. "The Architect of the Year is... Aria Stone-West, Stone Design Studio." The room exploded. For a second, I couldn't move. I sat frozen, the sound of the applause washing over me like a wave. Then, Noah was there. He pulled me up, kissing me hard. "Go," he whispered. "Get your prize." I walked to the stage. My legs felt light, untethered. I walked past the tables of competitors, past the critics, past the doubters.

she said excitedly, hugging Lucas. They hugged for a while there until the woman shifted her gaze to me. "Hi! Architect Scott, right?" she asked me. I smiled at her and nodded. "Oh my gosh! It's nice to meet you, Architect. Do you know I idolize you?!" she said one after the other. She immediately came to me and suddenly hugged me, so I was a little surprised, but I just laughed. "I'm sorry. By the way, I'm Nicolean, but you can call me Nicole," she introduced while smiling.

They all are earn in millions and billions every year. I step down from the podium and walk towards our Clint, who is now standing beside Nick. Emily, my assistant is following me behind. "The presentation is awesome Mr. Siddharth. I'm looking forward to work with you." Mr. Josaph Duek said with a smile. "Our company provides you best designs as per your requirements." Nick said. "Ofcourse, no one can beat your company in architecture." He said. "Indeed..we are best in architecture." Nick said with a smirk.

“Brave girl.” “Sir.” Sloane stepped closer, her voice dropping. “Vesuvio is testing the boundaries. Using her to get to you is effective. Perhaps a more permanent security detail would be advisable.” “No.” I shook my head once. “If I cage her, she’ll stop growing. She’ll become a pet instead of a partner, and I didn’t spend a long time shaping her for that.” I turned away from the table and faced Sloane directly. “I need her to understand something. I need her to realize that the world is a graveyard, and I am the only one who knows where the shovels are buried. That can’t happen if she’s locked in a tower.”

She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled slowly. "Okay," Sloane said, a genuine smirk forming on her face. "I see it now." "See what?" I asked. "Why Nico kept you," Sloane said. "You're not a mouse, Elena, you're a baby cobra, you just needed to break out of your shell." She reached across the table and tapped her cigarette ash into an empty saucer. "We should hang out," Sloane said. "I need someone to sit with during Macroeconomics who won't ask me about my dad's legal troubles."

I inquired. “Oh, she is my architect. She helps in construction of my houses. She is a famous architect, Alexandria Roberts, I don't know if you've heard of her.” He looked at me, and I bobbed my head, hoping that my face wouldn't give off that I knew her personally. “Oh, that woman. I'm a big fan of hers, she's wonderful, being a skilled architect and a surgeon is exhausting.” I mumbled. “Yeah, so you're confident that apart from that, nobody knows your passcode to the house?” I asked him again.

I asked coldly. “I believe this meeting was supposed to be between us. Why is a slut included in this meeting? This is a business meeting, for goodness’ sake, not some negotiation about how to spend the night with a slut!” “Erm… I… I actually don’t know what has transpired between you two,” Mr. Smith began, looking uncomfortable. “But Nelly here is my niece. Her father is my elder brother, Salvador Montclair.” He gestured toward her. “She’s also the architect who will be in charge of this project. I asked her to come here today so I could properly introduce her to you gentlemen. I want my company to give its best, and that’s one of the reasons I brought her here.”