Alaric Saltzman Novels & Stories

Borax nodded in acknowledgement. "Darren Wallace," Darren introduced himself, shaking Borax's hand. He moved to Lawrence next. When he got to Bastian, he held eye contact. I didn't miss the split tension between the two before Borax smiled and held out his hand for a handshake. "Bastian Saltzman," he finally said, sizing up Borax. "Saltzman?" Borax repeated, turning to Lawrence. "Yeah," "Okay," Borax said, moving on to Michael. "Michael Havit," he said, shaking his head.

We made it to my office and I closed the door behind us. "Tell me everything about Derek Saltzman," I demanded. "And I mean everything." Tobias pulled out his phone, already prepared. "Derek Saltzman. Thirty-four years old. Celebrity artist. Estimated net worth two hundred million dollars. Known for his relationships with various high-profile women. None of them serious. Most lasting a few months at most." I stared at the picture again. Teresa didn't look like his usual type. The articles Tobias had pulled up showed Derek with models, actresses, socialites. Women who belonged in his world.

He said to her, then turned to Kenzo. " You shouldn't do this here, and we would have figured all this out sooner or later. I'm sorry Mr Alfredo, the president can't entrust the building to you if your other projects had been failing. It would be such a great loss, it had nothing to do with Mrs Alfredo here, she just helped speed up the process." Mr. Saltzman tried to explain, which only angered him the more. He scoffed then stepped back away from them. "Mrs Alfredo..." He muttered unbelievable, looking directly at Helena who only looked away in shame.

“Is this event about me and my ‘failed marriage’? Or are we eventually going to hear your Boss, Salzman’s speech about trauma and internalized shame—which, judging by this table, half of you should be taking notes on?” Dead silence. Victoria’s jaw dropped open. Yvonne looked like someone had slapped her with a holy book. Mary? Speechless. For once. “Good,” I added, sipping my water. “Let’s focus.” Then suddenly, the mic crackled. “All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Salzman’s voice echoed through the hall, smooth and commanding. “Let’s take a moment to welcome the man behind these powerful pieces—the vision, the rawness, the depth. The man behind the entire art segment… Liam Newton.”

I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate. I raised my head to look at her, wondering why she did that. “Kilhan doesn’t eat seafood. He’s allergic.” She uttered with a smile. “He prefers salmon.” She added, putting some salmon on his plate. “Thank you, Betty.” He answered with a grin. I let out a feeble smile and sat down as I continued to eat my food in silence. ‘I really don’t know anything about him.’

An entry, months ago, in a neat, coded shorthand which was easily decipherable. "Commission: H.A.H. Need: Personal letter, J.M. and R.C. theme: financial pressure, instability. Medium: Institute cream-laid. Second commission: Zurich consortium loan agreement. Co-signatory R.C. Need: Perfect reproduction of hand. The price for speed is high." H.A.H. Alaric Harper.

He asked scrunching his eyebrows together “ send her in here and I’ll apologize. A wolf was found this morning on the territory line” I groaned rubbing the bridge of my nose “ What do you mean?” He asked dropping his arms to his sides “ The wolf was dead, not as brutal as she explained but it was pretty bad. Stomach was cut open and the body was hollowed out. I’m not sure if it was the hunters or someone else but I’m going to need her help finding out” leaning against the desk I place my elbow on the table and rub the side of my face with my right hand. A lot has happened this morning and this migraine isn’t helping anything

His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time. They lived far abit, but a walking distance from Ban, a city that he is said to have abandoned due to an overturn and was overthrown by an Omega. He was strong, but never stronger than his Omega. Ozouf then decided to leave to the upper side of the hill as he lived with Viv, Phelan their daughter and Ziff as well.

Aslan faced her and spoke in a distressed tone, “He was never like this. My brother was so full of life and now look at him. He looks like a zombie without any emotions, always reeking of alcohol. He doesn't even care about his only son, Kabir.” Hania felt heartbroken seeing her husband in a sad state. Asmaira, you are our only hope. Thinking about the recent event in the dining hall, Hania couldn't help feeling pity for Asmaira. Salar stood near his desk in the study, with hands in his trouser pockets, staring out of the window. Though he was looking out blankly at a distance. He didn't move from his place when he heard a knock. He was still contemplating how to approach his stubborn son. H

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