Keith Claes Novelas e Histórias

Clayton mengangkat alis dan mengangguk pada dua orang asing di depannya. "Tuan Sloan, aku Keith Ludwig dari Ludwig Corporation, dan ini Colton White dari White Corporation. Senang berkenalan dengan mu." Keith merasa bahwa meskipun Clayton mempertahankan senyum yang sopan dan sopan, ada sesuatu tentang Clayton yang sangat mirip dengan Eric. Satu-satunya perbedaan adalah perasaan ini lebih intens dan jelas dengan Eric, sementara itu tampaknya sengaja disembunyikan dengan Clayton.

Even to say that wild werewolves, bloodthirsty vampires, and cruel courtesans were around them alone, Rula had to think again. "I'm a doctor," Keith replied with a somewhat confusing confession. So far, Rula has been waiting for any pertinent answers from Keith. "So?" asked Rula. "I've known that since the first time we met." Keith smiled with a knot. He didn't answer, instead sipping the tea in front of him. Keith seemed to be trying to confuse Rula, who looked restless from earlier. The woman couldn't focus, always looking around her as if searching for something. "What about you?" Keith asked back. "What are you doing in Klas Alltas?"

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could at least be frank. “This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.”

“Yes, this ancient sage's secret treasure belongs to the world. He doesn’t have the right to take it! It should be displayed for us to look at it together!” Another old man with a hooked nose and menacing eyes echoed. Claus’ brows twitched, and he was just about to say something when Philip suddenly asked, “Who are you?” The old man with a hooked nose snorted coldly and said, “You’re not worthy to know my name! As long as you hand over the ancient sage's secret treasure, you can leave.” Domineering. Claus whispered into Philip’s ear, “Young Patriarch Clarke, he’s the old family head of the Stafford family in Northfrost, Keith Stafford. His strength should be in the middle of the seventh zone

"At least tell me, who is going to be my boss" With a smile, the words smoothly left her mouth. "Why my son of course, Niclaus" And she left but I didn't leave. I stood there for so many minutes thinking of whether or not I had heard her right. But who was Niclaus Rogers? From what I had gathered, Niclaus Rogers was the prodigal son in the family. He was the eldest son but after Mr William Rogers passed away he also went away leaving nothing behind to remember him by. Mrs Jenna never spoke about him much which is why I found it queer that he would be returning, much so as the CEO. But I bet he would make a good CEO than Mario.

Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience. They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell. Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous. "Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell," Bobby said as he entered the office.

But before he could get to the doors, they opened to let in Caleb Wilson, the CEO, closely followed by the Executive Directors. Dressed in his fitted black suit, snow white shirt, navy and sky blue tie, he made his way to the large conference table. He cleared his throat and beckoned on us to sit as the custom was to stand until he sat. It was a sign of respect. *** Back in the office, Claire knocked at my door. “Can I come in ma’am?” “Sure, you can Claire”, I answered absent-mindedly, my attention fixed on the reports Ken had given me earlier that day.

Clark answered and she chuckled, though he didn't smile but he doesn't look angry either, he stood up and headed to the door holding his car keys with his left hand, he pressed a button and the car opened, he entered and zoom off. * *Mr Kween's Mansion* Mr Kween was pacing up and down as he had been calling Clark but he wasn't answering, the media has been sparking with all the drama that happened and he was termed as a rude CEO. Mr Kween's phone beeped and he checked. "Oh my God." He exclaimed. "What's wrong honey?" His wife. "No, this can't be true, I have worked hard to lose this!" Mr Kween said throwing the phone on the couch.