The Architect Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

Both of them bickered so many times, you’d think Leo actually had a chance at stealing Sloane from Lucien. Theo looked up, and the sight of him made my heart do that familiar, fluttering dance. One of the most sought-after architects in the country, a man who designed skyscrapers and sanctuaries with surgical precision, following his heart's desire after months of thinking. Once Phillip was out of the picture, he realized as much as I had that he could do whatever he wanted without any questions or someone else breathing down his neck.

If she miscalculated, the building could collapse or be imperfect. The combination of stones and the flowing river was a concept that became a benchmark for Sharlynn in every design. Inspired by one of the renowned architects who received the Pritzker Architecture Prize, she used to imagine the concept of her designs as if she were standing in the middle of nature. "Almost there; I hope they're satisfied with my design," Sharlynn murmured, finally able to rest her back on the chair's backrest momentarily. Her hazel eyes seemed proud, with a smile enhancing her face.

I was sipping on my sweetened pineapple when I spared a look at one of the paragraphs. "A new building project will be built at the center of New York soon. It was reported that the design was proposed by Architect Faith Anderson from AA Architectural Design Firm," was written. The day the project was approved, Mr. Johnson felt ecstatic about the good news. It made me so happy too that the partners of our project were pleased by our proposal. I was hoping and praying that we could finish the project successfully.

A good number of cars were parked which means a good number of his staffs were already at work. It was an Architectural company, the building looked surreal, like something you’d never imagine could be possible unless brought to life. “If you want to learn to design structures like that, you’re gonna have to focus.” “I will.” “Good girl.” He murmured and Immediately my stomach flipped, my cheeks burned and the need to impress him grew even stronger. Good girl? Me? My internship cubicle was at the right corner, in the front of Mr. Sloan’s office. Luckily I get to work on the same floor as him.

We both know she’ll get nothing. “I thought she’s just your nanny.” Sloane states as she rises up to her feet. “I mean, I saw her on the blogs when she went to your launch, but I thought you only took her because of the kid. You’re going to stop fucking me because of that little girl?” I say nothing, just continue to sit there and grind my teeth. Sloane continues after a scoff. “What does she know about taking dick? We both know you like women who know what they’re doing. You’ll get bored of her. Plus, she looks too innocent for your bs, you shouldn’t string a girl like that along.”

"Thank you, Mr. Knight. I've had the pleasure of assembling this team specifically for the Manhattan Project. Each member brings specialized expertise that will be crucial to our success." He began pointing around the table. "Olivia White, our lead architect, has designed three award-winning commercial spaces in the last five years." A woman with sleek black hair and sharp eyes nodded. "Looking forward to bringing this vision to life." "Ryan Hall, structural engineering lead. He's worked on some of the most challenging foundation projects in New York." A man with glasses and a serious expression raised his hand briefly. "Sophia Rodriguez, interior design specialist with experience in luxury

But this time, unfortunately, she wasn't alone. "Ah, Nina. How nice to find you here." She said with a forced smile plastered on her face. The muscles in her cheek must have been aching from pushing so hard. "I want you to meet our new client, Sebastian Hayworth. Mr. Hayworth, this is Nina Benedetti, one of our junior architects," she uttered the word 'junior' with a scowl.

She turned to Henry and demanded, "And you! Who do you think you are, barging into our department? If you can't explain, I'll call the police right now." Then, another designer, Zoey Mandel, stood up and said, "Ms. Waltz, I'd like to say something about Mr. Truman. I don't believe someone with his design talent will need to steal our designs." "His design talent?" Even though she was one of her most trusted designers, Nickie was skeptical about Zoey's words. "You might not be aware, but he solved several major design problems we've been struggling with. I think he's a design genius," Zoey said.

"I provided the clinical architecture, but you provided the iron framework that allowed it to stand without compromise." Knox let out a low, dark chuckle, his chest expanding against my shoulder as his arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me back against his broad chest. "They spent years looking at you, Sloane, and never realized that beneath that quiet, precise demeanor was the sharpest mind this capital would ever produce. They thought you were just formatting their world. They never suspected you were rewriting it."