Vanoss Marcel Novelas e Histórias

She did not need my world; she owned a much bigger one. The door to my office opened, and Vanessa walked in. She was holding a stack of folder files, her high heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. She had a tight smile on her face, but the moment she saw what was playing on the television, her expression turned bitter. "Are you still watching that?" Vanessa asked, tossing the folders onto my desk. "It is just a stunt, Marcus. The Mariels and the Castellanos are just putting on a show for the investors to save their stocks after the leaks."

"The Vance-Davis name has been legally restricted from entering any digital trading directory in the United Kingdom. Helen Vance signed the non-disclosure addendum forty minutes ago to secure the release of her domestic personal accounts." Marcus turned his head, his gray eyes locking into mine with an intense, melting heat that instantly sent a wave of absolute safety through my veins. He reached out, his long, scarred fingers wrapping around my waist to pull my hips flush against his massive frame, anchoring me completely against his heat.

At thirty-eight, he possessed a mature, dominating physicality that made the regular boys on campus look like sketches in a notebook. His dark eyes swept the terrace, entirely ignoring the panoramic ocean view, and locked onto me. The sheer, possessive gravity in his gaze was so heavy it practically pulled the oxygen right out of my lungs. "Marcus has completed the final sweep of the Marseilles vault," Vane said, his deep, velvety baritone cutting through the sound of the crashing waves below. He closed the distance between us in three smooth, predatory strides, his bare feet silent against the warm stone.

In fact, he often spends holidays with my family. Marcel is forty-nine with short, limp dark brown hair fading grey at the edges. He has a salt and pepper trimmed beard and soft hazel eyes. Outside of the frown lines on his forehead he only has some slight creasing around the corners of his eyes, but no other wrinkles to be seen. He always dresses sharply and is currently in black slacks, black Armani dress shoes, a black pinstripe shirt and a black tie with a gold diamond pattern in the design. He’s also wearing his usual gold wolf cufflinks. He loves anything to do with wolves, he even owns one as a pet which he named Blade, who is absolutely gorgeous! I step out of the cab as Marcel walks

He was mad that Nala had interrupted him when he was trying to take Mara from Vanessa, his Assistant was so happy about everything as he followed him out. “ Are you?” Nala asked and Vanessa Smiled. “ My name’s Vanessa, I’m part of the chefs” She said smiling. Vanessa wanted to bow her head but she didn’t because according to her, she was older than Nala. Nala smiled, she looked at Mara who was holding her Teddy and moved closer to them. “ She’s pretty” She said and Mara looked at her. “ Thank you” Mara said. “ You’re welcome, do you want to go out with me?” Nala asked Mara but before she could say a word, Vanessa interrupted.

he said. I thought about what was happening in September. Madden's recovery. Rosa being born. The transition documents completed. The company fully under our leadership. "What's the shell company called?" I asked. Marcus put the paper on my desk. I read the name of the registered director of the Luxembourg shell company. My stomach dropped. The name was Lara Vance. I knew that name. I knew it because Lara Vance was one of our Zurich operation's three senior analysts. She had been with the company for four years. She had a good record. She had been in the room for two of our strategic briefings in the past year.

His left eye supposed to be there but Vincenzo is the reason he has only one eye "You will pay for this brother", Marcelo swore

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”

Mr Valentino whom they were here to meet sat on a sofa with a glass of expensive wine in his hands, he got up his seat when he sighted them, welcoming them with an handshake. He was in his fourties with brown hairs slicked to the back. He had a grey suit on. One man who'd looked like his excort stood behind him clad in black from head to toe. "Benvenuti, signori. Andiamo al sodo." Marcellus spoke when they all sat down. "Signor Marcel, non ci vediamo da molto tempo. Sono arrivato dopo aver ricevuto la tua proposta dalla signorina Shannon." He replied politely.

Marvin must have already reached out to his men. Vance was aware that Marcelo was exerting pressure on him, yet his motives remained unclear. “I'm not concerned with your boss's intentions or the Hill family's affairs," Marcelo stated, ready to conclude the discussion, "but make sure my woman doesn’t get involved in this anymore." “Understood. Don't worry,"Vance assured him. "Mr. Hill will not forget the kindness you and Miss Hudson have shown him."