Novel & Cerita Thomas Hewitt

A second later, he coughed lightly and said, “Sir’s friend… is at the top of the charts in terms of capabilities and popularity, but…” “He’s Seth Greene.” Thomas, “...”

Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi. Thomas was happily married with three kids and a beautiful wife who was wise enough to never meddle in her husband’s family affairs. Thomas was 45yrs old and currently the Managing Director of LWP. He was a Professor in the field of medicine from the University of Zurich. Thomas was the younger version of his father. He had an English and Swiss citizenship after spending half his life studying in Switzerland.

H E R A "But things have changed now; and you'll have to adjust. Especially when you mention the kids." "Yeah, I get it, but he should have discussed it with me." "You're not mistaken, but remember who we're talking about. This is Thomas Morris. He's not one to initiate conversations. He's all about taking action. Doing. In his world, that's how things get accomplished. He's not your average guy, Hera. If you're looking for someone who communicates openly, Thomas isn't the right person for you. He's a man of action. He acts before he speaks, and you need to be prepared for that."

“All right. I guess it's a good time to find out how long the CEO of Intel Corp will be in jail.” “And you know what, Helena,” Thomas leaned closer and gave her a hug even though his sister looked unreceptive. But Thomas didn't care. Instead, he drew closer to the dark-haired woman. And in the end, Helena surrendered to what Thomas had done. “You'll thank me after today.” “What else did you do?” asked Helena with a suspicious look in her eyes. “I'm sure you can't possibly have no reason for what you just said.”

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”