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exclaimed the staff in unison. The room resumed to its busy manner. Within seconds, people began bringing papers to his desk and had them sorted by his assistant. Five minutes later, a tall man dressed in a black business suit complete with a white button-down shirt and a red tie walked into the room. The room froze once again. Everyone stood up and faced the president. “Everything is going to plan, I assume, since everyone has enough time to stand around and do nothing,” said the president in a deep voice. “Y-yes sir,” stuttered David. “We’re just about finished. All we need is for you to initiate Noah’s Ark and we’ll be able to execute Project HLR.”

As she continued to stare blankly at the man, he simply walked past her, not bothering to give her a second look. Lin Wen Xin quickly reached out her hand and held onto the man’s arm, “Shen Ze...” The man sneered coldly, and ruthlessly removed her hand from his arm. “Get lost!” Yi Fan, who is Wang Shen Ze’s secretary, had noticed the situation and quickly walked over, together with a group of directors and executives behind him. “President Wang.” Yi Fan bowed to Wang Shen Ze and walked towards Lin Wen Xin. “Miss, our president does not like to be touched, especially by women. We will let you go this time but this is also a warning to you.” Yi Fan spoke to Lin Wen Xin with a stern tone.

Outraged with the blunt betrayal towards their hero and president, a man pushed his way beyond the president's special forces and ran with all his power, his hand was fisted in front of him, he was running like a madman aiming to hit the face of the traitor. "Fire" Amalthea whispered to the core of the Earth, a ball of fire the size of a torch immediately burnt the running man's hand before it reached the face of the cook, the man fell holding his wrist and cried in agony. "ARGHHH MY HAND MY HAND!" While the man had no idea what had hit him, the president touched right below his ear and gave a quick order, his special forces immediately pushed the crowd a few more steps behind. Amalthea's wa

"One of the securities said they picked this paper on the receptionist's desk, so I decided to bring it to you." I raised my head a little, to him, staring keenly, and then he paused."Is that all?" "Yes, President Darian, if you would permit me to take my leave," he raised his hand to his chest, bowing a little as he did. "You may take your leave," I answered in response, then watched him walk away, glaring at the door continuously even as he had stepped out. "Is anything the problem, President Darian?"

[Back off, before things get ugly. The man, poised to rip the woman's clothes, froze and lifted his gaze to meet Viktor's. He slowly rose to his feet, while the woman on the floor scrambled backward, hugging herself tightly in fear. "Who do you think you are, spewing trash?" the man snarled, his irritation growing. "What's with this 'allontanati' nonsense? What does it even mean?" Viktor's attention shifted to the woman, her torn clothes a stark indication of the horror she had almost endured. He averted his gaze, his eyes locking onto the man who had spoken.

The secretary announced before quickly returning to her desk. Zoe farrowed her brows. “Oh, okay, thank you.” Everything seemed unreal to her. “Do you mean the old man mentioned the vice president?” Emily wanted. “I think so, or maybe I heard it wrong, he might have mentioned the president,” Zoe responded. “But what business do you have with the president? The president is an aged man, he is the vice president's father and is to retire soon.” “I know right? This is all confusing, more reasons I need my sleep. I need my beauty sleep in other not to run mad.” Zoe ruffled her hair as she answered.

And getting in trouble with a powerful man like him would send her to her end. Going by all that she has heard, there is a big possibility that this so-called Mr. Donald is an old man. That must be the explanation behind why he is a chronic womanizer. ************ In the spacious office of the President, a man was sitting behind the cabinet with his legs stretched out on the table. His legs were dangling on the goal, while his hand was pressed against the phone on his ear. And his face was covered with a hat, while on the call, he slowly took off the hat revealing his face.

The man jerks his blazer forward in a exaggerated fashion, a smug smile settles on his long face at the sight of the small audience. This ugly bastard is really enjoying the attention. Despite the burning urge to smash his face in I flash the group an amused smirk. "Shows what you know." The woman shoulder's tense at the petty squabble. My voice drops to a soft whisper. "Don't fuck with me Nat," Satisfied with having the last word I turn on my heels and head up to the house ignoring the fool's ignorant shouts. My PR team has too much on their hands as it is. ====================================================== Much more surprises to come! Good ones I promise. What y'all longing for 🤪👅🙃

“Civilians out. Now. Members, chapel. Five minutes.” A couple of grumbles, some puzzled murmurs but no one stood up for themselves. When the President spoke, the words became the bible. I didn't wait or watch them. My prospects would make sure of it. I turned and walked into my office, the glass-walled room that overlooked the floor. I poured a whiskey and downed it in one swallow, welcoming the fire in my throat. It aws a bit of a distraction, but not a major one It couldn't burn away the sensation of silk against my palm. I poured another glass.

Just then, the private phone of the president rang. Picking it up, he growled "Who is this?". "Hello Freddie long time no see". ~~ Hi, thank you for checking out this book 😀. Your beautiful comments and constructive criticism are welcomed. Also, don't forget to drop a review. This book is purely a work of fiction. ~~ Dedicated to all lovers of books. Hope you enjoy my book, thank you❤.