Tony Pritchard Novels & Stories

“Who the fuck is it?” Tony snapped as he accepted the call. “I don’t why you are so angry you fucking dried out ball sack! I should be the angry one!!” Said a man roughly Tony’s age. His hair was now grey, but that did not hide his piercing green eyes that did not look like they missed much. The man was English by his accent. “I don’t have time this Chris and stopped using the Chairman’s line!” Tony snapped. “Not have time for this? NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS?!!!!! YOU ARE LUCKY I AM NOT COMING OVER THERE TO GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!” Chris shouted.

he said "thank you white dragon" Tony replied "but there is still something that can still do that can make the back you up all the time and also make you enjoy my support" he said. Tony took some minutes to reply. Then we are at the famous Taylor bar and Tony was still an upcoming hot shot Ceo who many to make his way up to the top in business world. He did not order for beer because I don't want to make any costly mistake with him "what is it sir"

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

He asked gently, hoping his thoughts were wrong. By now, even Luci could see something was not right but she is yet to pinpoint it. “Yes, a lot of people with the name Hakeem but we only have one popular Prince Hakeem in the country, Tony. I’m talking about the business mogul, Prince Hakeem Mohammed.” Calling his full name made Lucianda feel she was praising him and she was sure she would gag if she was made to repeat his name again. By now, Tony James could not sit still again. He stood in a move that was slightly aggressive and with both hands thrusts deeply in his pockets, he turned his back on Lucianda to stare unseeingly into the streets from his window.

He would have preferred the phone notepad but it would seem disrespectful. “Gentlemen”, Tony now went back to his earlier pattern of changing his eyesight from one of them to the other, “A polite reminder.. I understand you all know that none of these should get out of these room. We don’t need any public unrest for the moment.” “I was about to say that too”, Nderitu supported him with a grin on his face. Tony was already laughing but not that loud to attract that much of an attention. He preferred Nderitu having his moments whenever he wanted. “I got to admit, its like you read my mind.”

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

“What are you talking about Tony?” “I know you have a pride the size of Everest but when it comes to the children, we fucking agreed that they come first. Not you. Not your stupid sense of righteousness or your pride.” Tony was motherfucking furious and I still didn’t understand what this was all about. Seeing the confusion on my face, he growled. “Imagine my fucking shock when I went to see the twins at school yesterday and was told you abruptly pulled them out without any warning. What else if not financial constraint?”

Chapter 25: Personal Desires Leonard sighed stepping out of the Elevator. He went straight to his office door, to be stopped by Patricia his secretary who was stationed in front of his office, on seeing him, she got up to her feet before greeting him with a smile. "Good Morning Sir". "Good Morning Patricia". He greeted less enthusiastic. He walked further towards the door when he was stopped by her. "Well Sir, Mr Lodovico dropped a girl and this for you before leaving". A Girl, He thought, Just what he needs. Patricia rushed to her table grabbing a letter before handing it to Mr Black, who opened it, to read.

Chris straightened, a false bravado he didn’t want to portray made his back ramrod straight. “I understand.” He surged ahead, partly wanting to put a distance he knew he’d never achieve… After all, Jaxson was a guard, and he a prince A SUV pulled up and upon the passenger door opening to show Trey, Chris didn’t hesitate to open the back door and settle himself in the leather. He kept his gaze to the front, not wanting to see the looks, not wanting any questions. “I wish to go back to Royal Packland, my tour has finished,” he stated formally.

"This might be bad timing, but I was wondering..." Tony's voice trailed off. I waited for half a second before interjecting my own question. A memory from last night struck me, and I needed to get information. Tony probably wouldn't think much of me asking, and when he didn't finish his own question, I had to ask mine. "Do you know someone that people call Budge?" I blurted. Tony's head snapped up and he looked at me. Frustration and relief warred on his face, but he settled on a pleasant smile. "Sure. He's one of the prince's guards. Is someone looking for him?"