Presidente Romane & Geschichten

At that moment, the door opened and in front of him, was the president himself. “Oh? Mr. Crawford, what are you doing here?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

The tall, imposing figure of President Alejandro Montoya stood at the center of the room, his sharp eyes scanning the group of advisors gathered before him. The tension was thick in the air, each person aware that this was not a routine meeting. There was a political storm brewing, one that threatened to shake the very foundations of his carefully constructed empire. Yet, Alejandro’s expression remained stoic, his gaze cold and calculating. “Enough speculation,” he said, his voice firm, commanding the room’s full attention. “We act decisively, or we lose control. I don’t need a team of hand-wringers. I need a plan that works—no matter the cost.”

"All the people who came to look for the president said they had an urgent business, sorry, if I don't have an appointment, I can't let you in." The receptionist started to get annoyed. "Please forgive me, I only said a few words to him, and then I'll leave." Grainne still didn't give up, never realizing that if Carwyn Levi hadn't come voluntarily, it would be this difficult for her to want to meet him. “Miss, can you please stop bothering me? If you stay like this, I'll call security." The receptionist said while picking up the phone to call security. “Let her in.” A very familiar voice spoke from behind Grainne. Grainne turned to see Carwyn Levi standing behind her somehow. The receptionis

The problem was that he saw something wrong with the way the question came. " Answer us." " I will do that. The president of the United States of America is currently under check. But he is still alive . He is breathing. So, on the part of what happened last night, just know that the president is breathing. " " We want to see him."

There was a slight crease of disappointment on his forehead wrinkles but Jonathan Astridge cleared them as quick. “Oh! Did she tell you when she will be back or if she won’t make it today?” Astridge asked. “We are not sure when or if she will make it today, but the president is not in…” Jeffa answered. He left his answer hanging because Astridge or any of the employees would know that the absence of the president was highly the reason for absence of Stella at work. “Is there anywhere the president should be at that we should know?” Astridge asked. “The president’s only servant was bereaved on Wednesday, maybe he visited. There is nothing we can guess now but what I am sure of is that as the

The scent of the man approaching soon blended with the air, and every breath was like the sweet smell of freesias appealing to Araceli's nostrils. Though her hate for this man was enormous, the sweet smell of his skin and perfume was magnetic. His aura was his secret charm, and his physique, emerald eyes, and his well-chiseled face and body could get him any woman he wanted yet he had her wrapped around his thumbs and never away from his radar. Francisco Valvez Salazar! A top presidential candidate in the coming Mexico election. A man whose name could cause shivers in the people of Mexico. Araceli had approached Francisco cause she thought he had hands in Franco's disappearance. She had gain

That was when he actually knew that Maria was more supportive of Philip than him. He looked at his desk and saw a letter written by his mother. She had told him to take on the position of the president while Philip would return back to his position as the CEO. Henry smiled as he looked outside his office window. At least she finally recognized his leadership ability. That was an achievement for him but he also made it clear to her that he wasn't going to take any orders from her. Before he could turn back to his seat, there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said.

Maybe that would distract him a little. ------------ After placing her contact and details with Daniel, Regina was briefed on what her duty as a secretary entails. She was the company's secretary, meaning she doesn't work directly for the CEO. she would not have to see Mr. Hills all the time.. except he calls for her personally. She was made to understand that the Boss has his personal assistant that runs mild errands for him.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****