You're asking about Leonard?” Roman looked at Claire in a rather strange way while sipping his wine. His countenance was sour but because he was speaking to dignified woman he tried to keep his feelings at bay.“Leonard is just a poor loser, Ms. Claire you don’t have to bother about him at all,” he said with a small smile.Claire stared back at him blankly. “If he was a loser there was no way Mr. Hades would have been startled by his sight and also he wouldn’t have had the power to throw you out of the party.”Faced with Claire’s accusation, Roman’s face turned red. The humiliation he had suffered at the party still rang in his mind. Leonard was a jinx, on earth only to ruin him, he thought.Roman leaned back on his chair. “Ms. Claire, that was merely a slight confusion. Your sudden interest in Leonard is intriguing. Did that lowly bastard annoy you?”“I didn’t call you here to ask about that actually or exchange words with you, Mr Reigns. All I want is for you to tell me what you kno

As Claire stepped into the Styles estate study, the polished double doors creaked open to let in the sun's golden rays which lit up the polished mahogany desk where Justin Styles waited. “Sit down Claire,” he ordered. Claire adjusted her skirt and sat on the chair confronting her grand father. “You asked for me, Grandfather?”A slight nod didn't fail to maintain the weighty silence that was already filled with so much anticipation.A sigh left Clarke’s mouth silently.At last he is looking up rang her internal thoughts while he steepled his fingers in front of himself. Oh my days, the patriarch looked very much like a statue if statues were capable of capturing human emotions. Silencers exploded into her peripheral until all she could focus on was the shockingly shiny hair that loosened under the tight clip Justin wore while looking at everyone in the room apart from Claire, her grandfather.Now she understood the combination of all my family’s worst manifestations scattered in on

The Hades mansion looks as if it is a sleeping beast because of its understated beauty.It balanced between attractiveness and danger and fundamentally finished taking some getting used to.It possessed something Claire who was on the move as well amethyst escorted car. Getting a whiff of that shaw. set her gaze toward Coen's carved pillars bordering them both of which rose large enough to give room to a regal entrance. Justin, as stoic as a statue, came after bearing eyebrows crunched, head surveying the place like an army sniper on hostile grounds.The butler, with a name tag on his left breast Jeff, opened the door without a single creak and instead bowed to the pair.Once the style siblings clacked towards him, the umbrella donned and M shaped mouth lenses flashed. Mr and Miss styles.Master Harry has been anticipating it for quite some time. Jeff accompanied them strolling alongside the marble art chains decorated with marble corridors assuming matched adjective swords exposing

The pressure inside Keith 's office was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “You made a promise, Keith l,” said the older shareholder, his voice booming around the office. “One month to lift our stock. What do we see instead? Decline, uncertainty, and silence.” Keith’s jaw clenched. He stayed in place behind the hulking desk,fingers hovering over the Montblanc pen that, like him, has remained untapped for hours.The morning briefing just ended and somehow he was in trouble yet again.“Trust me I am not blind sir Gilmore,” Keith answered, taking a moment to control the tremors in his tone.“But unlike you, I don’t choose to react to numbers with vague outlines. There’s acquisitions in motion” “Excuses. Pure excuses,” Gilmore interjected.“That was you boasting at the shareholders meeting, trust me. Give me a month, you said. Well guess what Keith, your month’s up.” The scoff from Keith's mouth stayed stuck on his lips, until he was interrupted by the soft hum of his desk phon

Keith’s hands felt really heavy with the flash drive. The size was so tiny and could be mistaken for a bomb. Barry's message was clear:Transfer the contents to the Marshall Corporation archival database. Midnight. No delays. No excuses. Or someone disappears.The room was full of Keith’s thoughts as he paced back and forth in his office, clenching and unclenching his fingers all the while. Each second that passed seemed like ticking time till doomsday.Then came a creak from his door. He immediately put the flash drive away.Bella stepped into the office, excluding all elegance carrying a cup of coffee. “You were absent during the commercial shooting,” she said in an almost whispering voice, “I thought maybe you would want this.”He ignored her presence by turning towards it and pretending to look out of it at the raindrops running down on his windowpane pretending not to notice how wet it had become.“Thank you.” He muttered pretendly lost in thoughts about work.Bella placed the co