The President's Man Book Novels & Stories

He knocked on the table impatiently, and under the heavy gesture, the wooden desk made a heavy sound, "But I am very pissed! Even for the sake of the Winters family, I can't tolerate this woman anymore. What do you think I should do?" "President, it's against the law to hire someone to kill her." Greg didn't even remember how long it had been since he had seen such a president whose face was full of murderous intent. Especially this year, because of Young Madam, the president seemed to have changed into another person. But now, the change seemed to have been reverted, and the most bandit man had returned.

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

Making a proud look he adjusted his tie with both hands, cleared his throat, and answered, "For ten years Miss. Qian. I am the only one who is working for so long under President Wu." Meifeng had got her answer in the first half thus she simply ignored the second half of assistant Mu's answer. Again looking around for Wu Qiqiang's arrival Meifeng asked in a much lower voice, "Why has Third Brother Wu came back this time?" This was a little tough question as compared to the first one. Assistant Mu was put on a tough spot wondering if he should tell Meifeng about their business or not. Remembering how patient his boss was with Meifeng he decided it would be better to not offend her. Clearing h

After grabbing the book, I caught sight of another that I'd been wanting to read for sometime now. It was titled "Shall We Tell The President?" by Jeffrey Archer. I'd tried to get a hold of the book so many times but never managed to. Excited, I tried to reach for where I was since it was a few rows away. Short as I was, it was bit of a struggle. Just when I finally managed to grab it, I lost my hold on the ladder and fell off. It all happened so fast. It was like one moment I was falling and the next I was safe in his arms. Derris' arms.

I was about to go but he held my hand stopping me from moving further and making the tingles I had felt before from our brief touch increase, I felt warm. "The book in your hand, where did you get it? '' he asked coldly. It was the same question Cassie had asked me when she saw it. "Cyrus gave me" I replied looking at the book that caught the president's interest "You and Cyrus seem to be getting along," he said, annoyed. " He treats me well," I replied. He got closer to me, we were now only a few inches apart "it seems you enjoy the company of males" he said with distaste.

I am trying to shake off the ugly picture that I am painting of the President right now. My sensible self could not agree. He may be a playboy, a casanova, but he is an honorable man. He always plays fair. I knocked on the President’s door. My movements were harsh. When it opened, I looked at the President’s bloodshot eyes and seethed inside. They must have had a party here last night. From what I can see through the crack on the door, the President's discarded clothes were all over the place. My heart twitched, but I brushed it aside. I have no right.

Her lunch turned out awful as her day already is. She shrieks in displeasure on her seat when she remembers how nasty it felt against her tongue. It was the worst. Mark Zheng became wary of another stranger on the picture with such masculinity in sight before his eyes shift towards the forlorn atmosphere beside him, unexpected that their President replied casually. The President knows this man? His blazing calculative glare meets the man’s frigid ones. He cannot simply be intimidated by another powerful presence before his. So he was the pilot from the announcement, he can tell after hearing him say a word.

She was sure if she looked closely, his skin would have no pores. The elevator stopped on the 20th floor and Rose got off, waving her hand at the man. A colleague of hers saw them and bowed his head in greeting towards the man who simply ignored him. Jake, her desk neighbor and colleague pulls her into the office, his face all excited for no reason. "What were you doing in the private elevator with the President?" Rose's bored eyes lit up with surprise when she heard him talk. "That man is the President?" "You didn't know?" He clicked his tongue. "Figures. Seeing as you are always so serious with work, you don't know the gossip around. President Zeke Freeman, unmarried, sexy as sin, a billio

Jessica waved her hand, after all, she wanted to be alone with Nicholas for a while. The manager quickly turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but in his heart, he despised the president's future wife. After working in the hotel for so long, he had seen all kinds of noble people, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Jessica, who liked to make a scene and cause trouble for no reason.

The man moved forward and opened the door for me, but then stood back so I could enter without me. I held my breath as I stepped into the room. "Ah, there you are, Miss Eleanor," a deep voice suddenly spoke to me. My eyes darted to the man who spoke, the one sitting behind the large desk in the center of the room. I recognized him as the President of the United States. Despite the fact that I wasn't even American and he had no jurisdiction over me, I felt nerves squeeze my insides again. His face looked pleasant enough, but there was nothing but seriousness on it now. Usually older men had a sweeter appearance, and I had to admit, that he looked a lot softer than the man next to him…Cal's da