The Deal Elle Kennedy Online Novels & Stories

The car soon pulled over, and we got in. “I just received an email. Mrs Elaine Wayne will be available to have us tomorrow.” “It’s time to close this deal and start on the Fashion Court project.” I was going to get her to sign the deal, even if it meant doubling up on the offer. “Brief me on the kind of person Mrs Elaine Wayne is.”

“Took you long enough. Come here, let me hold you.” Something about that simple sentence soothed her. She walked over to him. Just as she was about to sit, he took her hand and smiled softly, “Be good. Get the hair dryer.” She returned with it, then settled in his lap, back to his chest. On the laptop screen was an email detailing Kennedy’s life overseas. He gently dried her hair, then set the dryer aside and wrapped an arm around her waist while his other hand resumed scrolling the mouse. He was reading up on ES Group.

Elsie stood at the front of the door of his office and inhaled before knocking on it "Come in" Came Mr Kennedy's voice from inside Elsie opened the door and bowed her head in greeting to him. Mr Kennedy raised his head to her and placed his hands on his table "Elsie, have a seat" He motioned to the chair opposite his table Elsie sat and looked anticipatedly at him "Elsie, your service for this company has been good over these few months you've been working with us. However, the company is short of money and can no longer withhold the entire workers" Mr Kennedy said

Just then, the saleswoman scurried back into the room, bowing her head and carrying an armful of garment bags. "Okay.." Elara sighed out loud, though her eyes drifted back toward the empty hallway where Courtney had disappeared. 'I don't know what it is, but she smells like trouble..' Elara mumbled. Suddenly, a memory clicked into place. Her eyes widened slightly. 'Come to think of it... I know exactly where I have seen her face before.' Her mind flashed back to a trending I*******m post from over a year ago—the wealthy Armstrong heiress vaguely boasting to her followers about a "mysterious, powerful billionaire" she was destined to marry. 'So... that mysterious guy she was obsessively posti

She read on. "Pardon my insistence, but I need your help, can you let me know?". She stopped reading. It was obvious that this man was desperate. Shee started writing a reply. "Mr. Bexell, how are you? the agency advised me not too long ago of your request. I am willing to grant you an interview as I consider it extremely necessary for the acquaintance process. You may write to me by this means. However, the interview has to be at the agency's office. I am available this week. Best regards. Luna x"

Now, they were thrust together under the most unexpected of circumstances – partners in a marriage of convenience burdened by a legacy. Their first meeting as "fiancés" took place in William's expansive office overlooking the bustling Manhattan cityscape. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a room that spoke volumes about William's power and control. Evie perched on the edge of a plush leather armchair, her designer suit feeling out of place amidst the dark mahogany furniture.

After all, he was someone who would work very hard to achieve his own dreams. However, he didn't know that he would have his dreams dashed after tomorrow. The next day, I was happily playing by the beach. When I got back to the shore, I realized that Aaron had called me at least a hundred times. Since he'd signed the divorce papers without giving me any trouble yesterday, I decided to play nice and return his calls. "Katrina Sanders, you evil witch! Didn't you say that we should end on a good note? Why did you have to go and play that video of Rachel and me just as we were about to get listed? The whole world has seen it! The company failed to get listed!"

"That's good. Next time, if my budget allows, buy a television for the kids. They always go to the neighbors' house just to watch TV." "Oh, here we go again with the bragging," I heard Ate Cynthia's voice in the background. Dad immediately scolded her. "Where are Ambet and the others?" I looked for my nieces and nephews, but Annika hesitated. "Uhm, Ate Cynthia doesn’t want to show them to you," she whispered. "Oh, I see. That’s okay," I said, my smile fading. "By the way, Lyrica, my child, Kanor is selling a carabao for a cheap price. I really want to have one to help with our livelihood," Dad said.

“Six billion dollars. Ben will iron out the terms and conditions with you. The contract will be clean and airtight. I want this deal to go through fast.” “Six billion…” Kennedy breathed out slowly, a mix of relief and exhaustion in his expression. “You won’t regret this, son.” But Kyrell had already tuned him out. He couldn’t stand the sound of the old man’s voice, soft and pleading. It wasn’t pity he felt, but something heavier. He was putting every cent he had into this deal. For a reason. For Eden. For what Jace had done. *** Back in San Francisco, Eden shut the door to the apartment behind her and leaned against it for a long, slow breath. The world outside was quiet except for the dista

As soon as I begin talking about my dream, Elle grows completely still as she listens with wrapt attention. I walk her through the dream as if I am reliving it. In my mind I can see the precipice again and hear the disembodied voice. I tell her that it is the moon goddess and that she made a deal with my parents. When I mention the deal, her hand flies to her chest in shock but she does not interrupt me.