Chief Kim 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 92 CHAIRMAN The Chief Operating Officer, Han Jun Mi, a 40-year-old man. The Chief Executive Officer, Jung Mi Yan, had never been on good terms with him, so they always were on each other’s throats. “당신이 어떻게 생각하든 상관 없지만, 나는 내 일을 끝냈 기 때문에 당신이 나를 판단하기 전에 먼저보아야합니다.”

(Chief Sung) Chief Sung Jang Ko, Is the only person that is from the Agency that has been constantly having a good connections with Park Zuo Young, at times, he would be contacting Park Zuo Yung and helping her with a few of matters that she needed help with, as a matter of fact, Park Zuo Yung enter VKMT was thanks to his heads up, saying that perhaps with some sensitive informations from Virtue Financial, he could manages to persuades, other ministers or perhaps even the president himself to take side with him and in returns perhaps he can even help her to get her justice by exposing the current Minister of Intelligence.

I held Princess Jodie close as I took two steps backward, raising my head to look at the face of the person who had blocked the exit. Thankfully, it wasn’t Alpha King Xalen. Benita was quick to voice, “Greetings, Royal Chief.” I didn’t hesitate to bow under the unreadable gaze of the man standing before me. Chiefs in the Royal Pack are higher in rank than regular Alphas so I knew not to disrespect any. “Do any of you know where the Alpha King is?” The royal Chief asked. I lowered my gaze as I shook my head. Benita answered from behind me, “I haven’t seen him all day, Royal Chief.”

He was the ideal brother until he betrayed me. We were admitted to a good school. On our first day, the principal had us brief about the school. He told a student was going to come and take us on a tour of the school. The door shot open from behind us. I didn't look back. "This is Courtney Williams and she will be taking for a tour of the school." The principal gestured towards the door. I turn my head backward to see the person.

My seat possessed a color of silver, bronze for the rank 3 and white seat for the rest of the rank. "It’s impossible for him to attend this gathering. He told me he won’t be able to come here. He’s a busy person,” the chief said to me when he saw me staring at the rank 1 seat. "So he’s a he?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “He never show himself in front everyone. Is he dead?” I teased him. "Ofcourse not, he's just elusive." Agent Symp said next to me. "Since then the rank is 2-10 here. Let's start what everyone is waiting for!" Announced by the emcee, everyone gets excited. I just sat quietly on my seat as they start to talk about some stuffs that I focused on.

Max complied, shutting the door with a muted click. The chief sat in his oversized leather chair, his rotund stomach taking up almost all the space behind the large oak desk. His name, "Jude Raphael," was boldly embroidered on the pocket of his neatly ironed, albeit tight, shirt. The desk bore a brass plate that read "Chief Superintendent," a testament to his authority within the police department. Max stood tall and composed, his hands firmly planted by his sides. Lark, a young and eager officer, mirrored Max's stance, waiting for the chief's question to be addressed.

"I stepped nervously into the mansion, wondering what Chief wanted to discuss. I made my way down the hallway and knocked softly on his door. 'Come in,' his deep voice resonated from within. I entered, and Chief secured the door with a remote, his movements swift and deliberate. He was tying a towel around his waist, his gaze fixed intently on me. 'Good evening, Chief,' I greeted, attempting to hide my unease. 'You're doing great,' he replied, approaching me with an unsettling smile. 'I know you sent for me,' I ventured, growing increasingly uncomfortable under his leering gaze, which seemed fixated on my cleavage. 'Yes, it's been over a week, and I haven't received any payment from you,' Ch

“Your last chance.” Chief growled and cursed. “Fine!” He could always get a new project but getting another heir again soon? That he couldn’t say. He shot Alessandro a glare and collected the phone that was handed to him. “Speakers.” Alessandro reminded him as he put a call across to the Italian prime minister. The phone was answered on the second ring. Chief rejected the contract as he was ordered to the surprise of the prime minister who smelt something fishy. Chief Alegra would not in his right senses reject a multibillion project for anything in the world.

"Nkechi?" "That's me," Nkechi stood, smoothing down the only smart skirt she owned. "Chief will see you now." Chief. Not Mr. Coker. Not Sir. Chief. The title hung in the air, heavy with unspoken power. His office was a testament to obscene wealth. A wall of windows overlooked the chaotic grid of Victoria Island. The furniture was massive and dark, smelling of old money and leather. And behind the desk, a man so large he seemed to swallow the expensive chair he sat in.