Bill Murray Novels & Stories

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

Sam said, but Cassie still shook her head; her eyes were now full of tears. “Lily is dangerous; she might just kill me if she finds out I'm still alive.” “You'll have security.” “She's working with a mafia.” “We know Carl; don't worry, she won't get to you.” “No. You don't know who Carl is; Carl owns New York; he owns that city, including their police; do you think it will take him much to buy Atlanta?” Cassie had a point, but Sam didn't seem to give up. “He can't easily buy Chief; I know him, and I know he's against bribery.”