All Chapters of Gold & Sand: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Clark left the warden’s office without another word, the faint click of the door neat and final.Back in the main hall, the background noise of shuffling feet, clinking keys, and muted conversations wrapped around him. He crossed to the general reception desk, where a uniformed clerk looked up with the kind of practiced disinterest found only in long-term civil servants.“Clark Brown,” he said, offering a brief flash of his ID as he rested it lightly on the counter. “Legal counsel for Cassidy Hills. I’m here to see my client.”The clerk’s expression shifted just enough to acknowledge the weight of the title. She typed something into the terminal, eyes flicking to the screen. “One moment.”After a short pause, she nodded toward the side door. “Officer Miller will take you through.”A tall corrections officer appeared from the corridor, keys jangling at his belt. “Mr. Brown, this way.”Clark followed, his stride even, hands resting lightly on the handles of his

Michaelis held back a scoff, lips curling into something halfway between a smirk and disgust,"You what?" Cassidy’s eyes glinted, his smile slow. "A blowjob." Michaelis leaned back in his chair, gaze slicing through Cassidy like he was some pest that had wandered in. "Do I look like I take orders from gutter trash? You think because you run your mouth like some street pimp, you’re worth my time? I’ve got paperwork here more important than you’ll ever be." Cassidy started pacing, slow, deliberate, like a predator deciding where to bite. "Mhm… but that paperwork doesn’t moan your name, does it?" He tilted his head. "I never imagined a warden could be such a good bottom. Spread so well. Suck even better. Hell… you take cock like it was part of your job description." Michaelis’s jaw tightened, his pen snapping against the paper. "Watch yourself." Cassidy’s grin widened, the words coming softer, darker. "You know, I still have that video… The one where you’re on your knees, glo

Michaelis stepped out of the bathroom. Today, he would end this. Crossing the office, he sat at his desk. The pen felt heavier than usual between his fingers, but his handwriting was steady as he began. TRANSFER REQUEST Date: 16 July 2025 From: Warden Michaelis Gray – Middlesbrough Correctional Facility To: Regional Director – North-East Corrections Division Inmate Name: Cassidy Hills Inmate Number: 92431 Current Facility: Middlesbrough Correctional Facility – Block C Proposed Facility: Durham High-Security Correctional Facility – General Population Block C Reason for Transfer: Per Section 8.4 of the Inmate Management Guidelines, transfer is requested as the inmate’s continued presence in this facility has proven disruptive to overall prison order and has undermined staff authority. Relocation is necessary to restore operational stability and ensure the safety and efficiency of daily operations. Remarks: No pending disciplinary actions at present. Inmate m

Clark stood before the mirror, comb sliding through his neatly styled hair. Each pass was deliberate, exact. He was halfway through smoothing the part when his phone rang.He answered, clipped but polite. “Clark Brown speaking.”A woman’s gentle voice came through, warm and professional.“Good morning, Mr. Brown? This is Margaret from Whitmore Tailoring. I just wanted to confirm your name before proceeding.”“Yes, this is Clark Brown,” he replied, tone precise.“Wonderful. I’m pleased to let you know your suit is ready for collection. It’s been pressed and finished—perfect for the fundraiser tomorrow. You may pick it up at your convenience. And Mr. Brown—thank you again for choosing us.”Clark’s lips curved faintly. “Appreciated, Margaret. I’ll be there shortly.”“Excellent. We’ll have it waiting. Have a lovely day.”The line clicked shut. Clark set the phone down, satisfied.From the kitchen corner came the clink of ceramic. Adam drained the last of his coffee, heavy hand setting the

Diana’s laughter lilted through the table, soft but deliberate. She leaned closer to Masahiro, fingers brushing her glass stem like it was part of the performance.“You must be exhausted, Detective,” she said smoothly, eyes lingering longer than courtesy required. “All that work, and yet here you are. Looking—well—far too sharp for anyone’s good.”Masahiro glanced at her, unbothered. His tone was level, almost clinical. “Just doing my job.” He adjusted his cufflinks, not catching—or not acknowledging—the current in her words. To him, it was politeness, nothing more.Matthew, though, saw it. Every tilt of her head, every sly smile. His jaw tightened as he sipped his drink, knuckles tapping restless against his thigh.At the other side of the table, Clark’s gaze flicked between them, sharp behind the glint of his glasses. He leaned toward Adam, voice lowered but crisp. “Tell me you’re seeing this.”Adam tore his eyes from the crowd, glanced once at Diana, Masahiro, then at Matthew’s bur