Michael Mell の小説・ストーリー

He’s nothing to look at, definitely not Irina’s type at all, but he certainly seems to know how to command attention. “I see him. Since when is he your type?” I comment. “Since that guy is Michael Ellis, one of the hottest record producers in LA right now, and he’s here!” she squeals quietly in excitement. I smile wide, feeding off her excitement, “Irina, that’s amazing! Have you spoken to him yet?”

His mom questioned in concern. " Yeah, I'm all good just a little slip" he responded and I bit my lower lip hard enough to swallow my laughter. She nodded in understanding and returned to her conversation with Hunter and now Michelle joined the group. " So, you're Hunter's secretary?" Michael asked me as Mason is still standing behind him with a grip on the handles of his wheelchair. " Yes I am" " How does working with him feel? Cause for all I know, he's a douchebag" Michael's smirk was entirely playful and even despite his facade, I could see the love he really possess for the McConnell son.

28 “I have to go deal with my brother. I’ll be back soon, my love.” With that, he slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, his resolve steeling as he prepared to confront Michael once and for all. ** Michael sat in his office, angry as he stared at the news trending on social media. The headline read, *"The CEO of Berol Corporation, Mr. Xavier Rolland, Involved in a Sensational Reunion with His Girlfriend, Miss Anna of Munchkin with Chef Anna's Restaurant."* His anger boiled over, and he slammed his phone onto the table, causing the glass of wine in his hand to spill slightly. "I gotta teach that brat a lesson!" Michael yelled, clenching his fists and taking a furious sip of his wine.

Robert Owens — a curious blend of Scottish and Welsh — but I’d never called him anything but Michael. He was a compact, muscular man, built like a fighter, not a neurosurgeon. The walls of his office were decorated with surreal Dali prints and a signed photo of John McEnroe, trophy in hand. In his usual snark, McEnroe had scrawled, "You cannot be serious!"

The officer stared at him for a long time and then said, "I will be leaving now. Do you need anything else?" Michael sank into the chair that was nearby. "No, I am fine," he replied. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any positive response from the damn officer. The officer left and closed the door behind him. Michael had tried calling Marcus' number earlier but the line kept on saying busy. Times like this he wished he smoked, but he was a model and he had to strictly adhere to the terms of the contract he had sighed with the agency. He couldn't even fucking smoke!

But why was Ashley worried about being left behind while I travelled? Whatever her reason was, I still needed to tell her who Kelly is and also find out what Kelly was doing at the restaurant and who had given her access. I reached for my phone on the pile of papers and punched in Michael's phone number in the keypad. Michael was not only a petroleum engineer, but he was also an expert when it comes to tracking and extracting private information for people. He was more of a tech whiz than I am and has contacts from all over the world from high profiled people who used his services. He called it his side hustle. No wonder he wasn't interested in running a jewellery company.

"I survived out there before, and that was before Aaron took me under his wing and showed me a few things. Just give me a gun, and I'll be just fine out there. Who knows, I might even save your ass once or twice." The soldiers all chuckle again and I look over at Michael, and I'm surprised to find him looking at me with a strange expression on his face. When he catches me staring at him as he stares at me, he quickly averts his dark brown eyes and runs a massive hand nervously through his short dark blonde hair. Michael Davidoff is in his mid to late thirties, but he looks younger than that, probably due to the fact that he's built like a machine. He's easily six feet tall and his entire bod

He then continued, "Boss, Mr. Michael is getting sponsors everywhere. He's doing everything he can to fill the financial gap." Sean was signing a paper when he paused for a second. 'Getting sponsors everywhere?'

I hang up. Who is Michael? You would ask. Well, Michael is Ethan’s greatest competition in the market. He is the CEO of Nova Tech Industries. The second leading tech industry in the United States after Ethan’s. They have been sworn enemies right from startup. That’s why I’m with him. One’s greatest enemy knows thee more than a friend. Together we will bring Ethan down. Everything that he has will go to dust.