Cillian Murphy Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

"Caius? Wassup?" "Ethan, bro. You gotta congratulate me" "Huh? Why?" The man on the other side who was busy sorting papers in his office queried. Meanwhile, his question made him smirk in excitement and anticipation. He took a few seconds of calming down before he could utter the news to his friend. "Damn bro…I got railed..." Architect Murphy Jayden…you had better prepare yourself, milady. *****

“It holds sensitive markers. He believes the Romani are sniffing too close.” The other man—American accent, sharp and sardonic—laughed. “He underestimates Camilla. She’s not sniffing. She’s hunting.” Camilla’s stomach twisted. The American stepped into the light—and Camilla’s heart stopped. Gideon Crane. Alive. Unscarred. Whole. Riccardo’s body tensed beside her, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Crane turned slightly, lighting a cigar. “Let them follow it. Let them see how close they get to the crown before the trap shuts.”

Mike inquired, carefully removing his suit jacket and draping it over the back of his chair. “Yes sir but why are you here, shouldn’t you be enjoying the bliss of married life?” Jonathan playfully remarked. Mike couldn’t help but chuckled as he sorted through some documents. “So how’s the new mrs? When can I have the pleasure of meeting her? Jonathan asked. "She’s doing fine and I’ll introduce her to you when the time comes.” “So what’s your plan?” “What plan?” Mike asked with a shock on his face “When do you plan on revealing to your wife that you are not just an ordinary cab driver, but the esteemed CEO of Cranesberry Limited, and one of the most influential figures in our city.”

Without a word, Ryan shoved a file toward her. The papers inside spilled out in a messy scatter—photos, surveillance reports, old news clippings. Claire picked up a photograph, her fingers trembling slightly. A man stared up at her from the glossy print. Sharp, calculating eyes. A thin, cruel smile. An aura of malice that bled straight through the paper. "Who is he?" she whispered. "Julian Crane," Ryan said, his tone dripping with disgust. "Ex-business partner of my father’s. Betrayed him years ago. We thought he was finished... but he’s been plotting in the shadows."

He opened a new one. Jace: what's your price for attention, Mr. Crane? Because I'm ready to sell mine. And before he could think twice, he hit send