Romans & histoires Presidente

Rina sneered at the president's relaxed nature. “Why you ask? Because I don’t need to go there you see” Eka texted someone on his cell phone. “I already have a backup plan too, I’m sure that he will see through the end”. “He?” Rina asked the president. The president silenced his mouth as he set the chess pawns neatly on the board, his gentle fingers put the pawns on the designated place precisely. Rina still couldn’t understand the president's train of thoughts, she thought she could understand him. However, his coldness and arrogance remain.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back till I closed the door. I released a breathe I didn’t even know I was holding, No Job after all, tears were threatening to fall but I was holding it back. I sighed and walked out the hall way. I saw Mr.Dan walking past but he paused “Good luck Miss.” He said and I smiled “Thank you and good bye.” I replied him and walked into the elevator. Who would have known that my one night stand would come back to hunt me? More importantly who would have known that my one night stand is actually the President of Ashford fucking company? I got out of the elevator and walked straight towards the receptionist since I would be passing there out the company. My

Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking. "Oh, is this the part where I convince you that we're the good guys?" She asked sarcastically, making Rodrigo scoff on the other line. "If you need convincing, Rod, then I implore you to think of your monthly bills and all the other responsibilities that come with this thing called life. You need more convincing? Think of the kids that lost their home because some rich, selfish guy saw the space as a good business investment."

he answered back. “ Redeem himself?” The president rolled up the sleeve of his suit and looked at his watch before standing up. He finished the meal, but I wasn’t finished yet. I waited for his answers but none came. “ President?” I asked in a stern voice, gone is the father that I used to love. It’s the president. Just president. “He caused the death of that late senator, Amara. You don’t know him that much,” he mentioned and I stilled. What the fuck do I need to know about Major Sullivan? He’s perfect and I love him. Nothing about him will tell me otherwise.

This bit of information left me cold inside. Another news caught my eye. It says that my reported blossoming romance with the former Representative Marlon Buenavidez is a cover-up to my secret relationship with the President. I read some of the comments. @mariahkai The President is just playing with her. Miss Jones, please don’t cancel your engagement because of anybody. You and Pres Aldeguer are a match made in heaven. The country needs you. @iiiidlk Stay away from our President bitch secretary!

The secretary announced before quickly returning to her desk. Zoe farrowed her brows. “Oh, okay, thank you.” Everything seemed unreal to her. “Do you mean the old man mentioned the vice president?” Emily wanted. “I think so, or maybe I heard it wrong, he might have mentioned the president,” Zoe responded. “But what business do you have with the president? The president is an aged man, he is the vice president's father and is to retire soon.” “I know right? This is all confusing, more reasons I need my sleep. I need my beauty sleep in other not to run mad.” Zoe ruffled her hair as she answered.

Zayn looked to his side and he caught on to Will's Killer glare. "How can I turn down an offer from the celebrant," "Then I shall..." Will spoke up to make his escape but then the president cuts him off. "Why don't you join me for a glass of wine? don't be a stranger, I happen to have also ordered a new brand," "Ah-well, I..." "Come on," The president said through a grin and Zayn watched the two walk off towards a table. He thought Will could handle a few minutes with the president, as that was all he needed to sort out the mess he'd created.

President Yolanda Chang was in her second term as commander and chief. Her presidency was a milestone because she was the first Chinese-American woman and president of the nation. President Chang was a very attractive, middle-aged woman. She was fifty-eight years old, but yet she didn’t have a hint of gray in her hair, and she had no trace of a wrinkle on her face. The American people loved President Chang, and the young crowd adored her because she didn’t act like your typical boring commander and chief.

"Don't start up about President Obama." Mr. Jameson huffed. "Barack Obama is our President. It don't matter if you voted for him or not. Now that he's in office he's our Commander and Chief. Your brother risks his life for his boss; and that's the President, as well as for all us Americans. You don't talk against the President of the United States in my house!" Mr. Jameson glared at his daughter and when he didn't receive a response he tried to stand up. "Where's my belt?! You go get my belt right this instant, young lady! You have been asking for a butt whupping all evening!" Alma's face reddened as her eyes grew big. Her father pointed angrily to the house. "Go on. Get!"