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The room and its outturned chairs falling silent once more. Chiri sat, curled in the lap of the man at the head of the table. Her feet swung playfully over the arm of the chair, she fiddled absentmindedly with open buttons of his shirt. Sighing as she pulled at the tiny loose thread she found there, Chiri rested her head contentedly on Cazer’s chest.

She said: tell Lucien and Faye the chairs are at the right angle. I read the message. I show it to Faye. I show it to Théo. Théo's expression does the thing it does when something confirms a theory he has been developing in the notebooks, the specific, contained satisfaction of a fifteen year old who understands that the angle of the chairs in a reading room matters and has now received institutional confirmation. "The angle," he says. "The angle," I say. He opens the notebook one more time. He writes: The chairs are at the right angle. The record is current. The compound holds. The door is always open.

"His fiancée just called three times in a row. Begging him to make up, probably. He didn't pick up once." Something detonated in my head. In a single instant, every belief I'd been holding onto came crashing down. Before I could react, the line went dead. I lifted my head, shaking all over. My phone lit up. An unknown number, sending me a video. It was a client dinner. Ryan sat at the table, knocking back shot after shot for some girl. "Phoebe can't drink. She's allergic." "I'll cover for her." Whistles and cheers rose around them.

“Really? That’s strange, because Mr. Val Firmantes indicated that you were the reason Mr. Chan came to Phoenix on a regular basis.” “Me?” Her surprise struck him as completely genuine. She either didn’t see his answer coming or she was a very good actress. “Yes. That’s what he said.” “I think maybe Val’s mistaken, or drew some kind of wrong impression.” “We’re not ones to take people’s impressions at face value either, so we looked into it. Mr. Chan’s credit card receipts confirm Mr. Firmantes’s belief.” He opened the evidence folder and pulled one out. “Over a three-month period, Mr. Chan purchased several private dances. Mr. Firmantes walked us through the service codes Phoenix uses and we

" I told him before using my ability of teleportation. And just half a second, we finally showed up in front of the people who were calling for us. Devaugn is sitting next to the Phoenix who just arrived. All chairmen are quietly sitting surrounding the long table. Looking a bit uncomfortable. I think they heard something concerning? Alfonso and the American chairman are sweating cold. Are they scared of these Phoenixes? I'm honestly confused. "What's up?" I asked. Jevro pulled a vacant chair and signaled me to sit. He then pulled his own chair and sit next to me. If you noticed, we both actually sitting where the head must be sitting. But, we don't give attention to it. "Ehem." The Korean c

At this time, Philip stood up and said with a calm smile, "Chairman Hall, you don't have to worry about my daughter. You'd better care about yourself." Derrick's face was filled with anger as he roared, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to speak? Hurry up and kneel down and apologize to Liu Yao. Otherwise, I'll get someone to deal with you!" He was too arrogant! Philip actually dared to speak to him like this. He was the chairman of a company, and Philip was just a piece of trash to deliver takeaway. The status of the two was very different. "That's right! This piece of trash is so arrogant! Chairman Hall, you must teach him a lesson and avenge me!"

Xan snapped as he guided her to a seat next to the countertop. “Xan, stop it! I am fine! I just need something to eat that is all!” Grace argued as there was a knock on the Penthouse door. Denug opened it and an elderly Chinese Doctor walked in and bowed. “How can I serve you, Chairman Lang?” The Doctor asked. “My Phoenix is hurt, attend to her immediately!” Xan ordered. “Your Phoenix, Chairman Lang?” The Doctor said surprised. “Did I not speak clearly enough for you Doctor? Treat her now or find your family missing. Permanently!” Xan shouted angrily.

(Catherine) “..Understood Madam Chairwoman…I will get to it…by the way sir….what should we do about their…hidden..secrets?..For Miss Choi Han Na and Lee Hon Kil…I can make sure that no one would be able to detect anything..no matter how hard they were trying to dig…but for Kim Hyun Nee…we have one issue…”, (Choi Jin Su)

Chapter 9 UNKNOWN POV SITTING IN MY BIG leather chair in my office, I looked at the files of the neophytes. The exam this year had affected our numbers and we had a very small portion at our side. it was such a pain in the ass when the test gave out a bigger number to the other faction.

“Chan would like a mocha and pasta. And I would like a straight black and pasta as well.” The waitress wrote down their orders, then said, “Thanks,” and walked away. With the order out of the way, Jeremy eagerly returned his attention to his date and began chatting. “So, Chan, tell me a bit more about yourself. What do you do? I mean, I don’t mean to pry into your life, but just, you know…” Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.”