Cloud Atlas Novel Synopsis Novels & Stories

--- The Aftermath By morning, news of Blackwell’s attack on Atlas Group spread like wildfire. With him gone, his empire crumbled overnight. The federal investigation accelerated, uncovering decades of crimes, and within days, his remaining allies were arrested or fled the country. Darwin and Fiona stood on the rooftop of Atlas Group, watching the sunrise. Darwin sighed. “It’s finally over.” Fiona glanced at him. “Is it?” He turned to her. “For us, maybe not. But for now… we can breathe.”

Atlas looked like he had been hit over the head with a hammer made entirely of the concept of bewilderment. "Why…what…who…this makes no sense," Atlas stumbled. "Why on earth—I mean, I knew he would try to sabotage Noah before Damnatio Memoriae to get him exiled…but why assassinate him and try to steal documents?" "That is what I want to figure out," I said. "Noah gave you access to the entire database. If we find what Chris is looking for, then it'll give us an idea of what he's up to." "Yes, yes, that's all well and good, except for the fact that the network contains literal thousands of gigabytes worth of information!" Atlas grimaced in frustration. "How are we supposed to sift through all

Bren reported and I paused in my tracks. The who situation about the office was about me? Who cohld do shch a thing? I could only think of Gabriel trying to destroy my marriage out of jealousy or Thomas who hates my life. Atlas paused and turned to me, reaching his hand out for me to take it. “Come," He said, staring at me expectantly. Without thinking, I take his hands in mine, letting him pull me towards the meeting room. “What else are they saying? “ Atlas asked as we walked, expecting the full story from Bren.

What I had with Tilly was real. "You should have married Cordelia instead," Atlas places his hand on my arm. "She would have liked you better. You loved her. I was mean and cruel to her. I'm a real bastard you know, when I'm mean." "You're a total jerk." I agree. "A real prick. A..." ": Hey," he stops me and then blinks, stunned as he watches something out the window behind me. "Clark, is that Cordelia?" I stand and turn around to look in the direction that Atlas is looking just in time to see her auburn brown curls swinging around her shoulders as the door closes behind her to the bank across the street.

“And why didn’t you tell whoever it is to just leave and come back later? Did you not inform them I was out on a work trip?” “Well…” Clara cleared her throat, “I actually did, but she insisted on waiting, you see…” This made Atlas pause in his tracks, and he flickered his curious gaze to her face. “She did?” “Yes, sir,” Clara replied with a nod. “It kinda seemed like she knew you’d be back today, I don’t know…” “Who’s the guest?” Atlas queried. Clara averted her gaze, wringing her hands together again. “Rhoda, sir..”

“Claire, you’re scaring me.” “Good,” she replies, her tone dead serious, “because you need to know that—” But before she can get the words out, the door swings open, and in strides Atlas, his expression hard. “There you are,” he says when he sees me, obviously relieved. “I was looking everywhere for you, Nyx.” “I…” I glance from him to Claire, my cheeks going red when I notice how intently she’s looking at him now that he’s within view of the camera. “I was just on a call. Why?”

I needed to get that before I killed him. I sighed lowering her to the ground releasing my hold on her neck and walking back now deciding to sit on the bed where Atlas lay creating space between me and the others. I looked down to him curiously finding it odd he had not yet awoken. Had he truly been that weakened? His heart rate still beat steady, assumingly to mean he was in fact still asleep, but I wondered… “So you’re on a first name basis with her now? The fuck is she even doing here?” Wolfe’s annoying voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Hold on. Is Atlas okay? What the hell is going on? Someone start talking now,” he growled.

He simply laid out the facts like a man reading a weather report. “The northern packs know the truth now,” Atlas continued. “They saw the footage of the incident. They do not want a volatile beast running this territory and I do not blame them. I am a monster, Ilyana. I do not blame you for packing your bags and wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.” He turned toward me and gently placed Jasmine back into my arms. I took my daughter and settled her against my chest. Atlas stood up from the bench, shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away down the dirt path without saying another word.