Tony Spencer Novels & Stories

✿ CHAPTER 21 ✿ LEONARD'S POV 30 minutes ago "One more word from you and you're fired!" I couldn't bear one more word coming out of Theo's mouth, why does this stupid assistant of mine have to be so annoying all the time?. "But boss, I'm just curious as to why you suddenly want to visit that college," Theo said as he adjusted his glasses. "Can't I visit the school I sponsored?" I asked, gazing out the car window.

However, Christy didn't know that Tony was sitting in an open-air cafe on the second floor and he was watching everything that was happening. His gaze was focused on Christy all the way. Apparently, he witnessed all that happened from the beginning to the end. Tony received a call from his friend Zack and he went to meet him there. Zack sip his coffee and tried to poke into more details. " Tony is that not the arrogant Miss Brown?" Tony's eyes became cold, " Yes she is the one,"

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"

Kayson shook his head to decline Beatrice’s offer. Kayson summoned Kayson to play a game of chess with him. While they were playing chess, Liam, who was scrolling his phone, suddenly gasped in surprise and said, “Dad, Tony from the Allen family is dead!” Hugh, who was planning his next move attentively, raised his head in an instant. “Who? Tony Turner?” He found it incredulous! Sadie also widened her mouth in astonishment because she had heard of the well-known name before. Liam’s expression was filled with disbelief. “Dad, Tony is a skilled fighter of the highest quality, and he managed to defeat more than ten special service veterans in the past. I didn’t expect that he’d die so suddenly.”

Today’s training was going to be different—she would be sparring with Tony. Tony was different from her other brothers. While Xender was methodical and calculated, and Kelsey was fast and relentless, Tony was unpredictable. His fighting style was a blend of raw power and agility, making him a formidable opponent. Emily knew that sparring with him would be a true test of her skills, and she welcomed the challenge.

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.

Spencer extended his hand for a handshake, which was kindly received by Samuel. He was intrigued as to why a Petrov was at the cafeteria, socializing with common people. He could even notice employees nearby were giving the forbidding man uneasy stares. However, meeting a Petrov is a rare opportunity, which he eagerly seized. "Mr. Sean Spencer, a Chemical Engineer of Cape University" he introduced himself as they shook hands. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Spencer" he gave him a firm nod before they released each other's hands. "Mr. Spencer was my toxicology and chemical biology teacher during university" she promptly explained with a smile.

"Apparently, Mr. Spencer made a trip here in secret last week, and wanted to let us know about his experience. Here is what he wrote: "'A week ago, I paid a visit to your fine company because I had learned that an old friend of mine, Jeffrey Williams, was performing in a play by Rebecca Sutton. To my great surprise and delight, I found myself treated to one of the most enjoyable evenings at the theater that I can remember. Congratulations are in order to your production team, your exemplary front of house staff, and of course, the very talented cast.'"

Tony, our supervisor, pushes the door almost knocking my teeth out. "Why are you both idling around?" He beckons at us. Tony is a short man with a tiny frame. Despite that, he has an insatiable appetite for big girls with big behinds. He compensates his lack of body build with a mouth full of dirty jokes. He is annoying as fuck and most of the times he knows no boundaries. "Let's keep working if neither of you wants to be selling..." He spanks Kelly and pinches her butt. "... This on the roadside."

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.