Cole Robertson Novels & Stories

But something in him locked into place, cold and methodical. “Robert was on the Cole Arts Board at the time,” he said. “He attended dozens of events. If Patricia wanted access to donors, he would have been useful. If Margaret wanted legitimacy, he would have been useful. If Northbridge wanted Cole money, Robert would have been useful.” “And if Robert wanted something?” Leah asked softly. Daniel looked at her. There it was. The question neither Elaine nor Daniel had said aloud. If Robert Cole had not merely been useful to others, but had used the room himself.

Aaron ordered. "Sure." After a few seconds. Aaron, Liam, James, and the Chief Secretary of the Roberts are sitting on the couch. The rest of the people are standing while protecting their members from the risk of evil. The Chief Secretary makes the video call to his boss, Robert. Robert appeared on TV. "Hello, Mr. Salvatore." Robert behaved wonderfully while giving him respect. "I appreciate your efforts. I have heard that you have worked very hard to protect my guard, so I want to say thank you all." Robert said while bending his head and thanking them.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

Robert repeatedly scrutinized the man standing in front of him; he tried hard to glean some clues from Blake’s expression. He claims to have the family’s interest at heart, but it’s quite obvious that he’s using this opportunity to coerce Heather. There was no way on earth that he would agree to Blake’s suggestion of sacrificing Heather for the sake of the company. As he frowned, he gradually sat down while he maintained his gaze on Blake.

I wanted to hold her, but I couldn’t move my legs. Robert got up from his chair and sat down on my bed. He gently held my hand in his. The smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those damned eyes and the power they held over me. They were always this amazing blue, but now the blue was offset by the red surrounding them. He had been crying, I couldn’t even imagine what he looked like when he cried. He was Robert King, the scary CEO with no emotions. I had made him cry?

He got to know that there was an attack when his spy called him, and he thought of saving Reagan and thereby killing him. "I just got to know," Mr. Robertson answered as he shrugged his shoulders. "Huh?" Mr. Reagan raised his brows confusingly, he didn't believe him one bit. "Forget about it!" Mr. Robertson retorted rudely at him. Mr. Reagan was upset at the tone in which Robertson spoke to him, but he couldn't do anything about it since he (Robertson) was his lifesaver. However, unknown to him, Mr. Robertson was plotting in his head how to kill him. But he won't kill Reagan just yet until he lays his hand on the safe!

He bobs his chin once and I head for the door quickly before he looks at the notes I left in the storage files. “Whitney, there is one thing,” I silently curse and turn around to face him. “Sir?” I move forward with wobbly legs as he gestures for me with his hand. When I got to his desk my stomach was knotted so I blurted, “I know you hate notes, but the Volkov’s Storage yards were suspicious and they’re recent income was also suspicious and when I dug deeper I found…” “It’s not about the notes,” He raised his hand to silence me.

But when I gave her a small nod and a smile, she smiled back at me and left the room. Robert came over to me and helped me zip up the dress and don the jacket. He was in his late 40’s with salt and pepper hair that he wanted to turn white naturally and an average built. He was tall though, almost six feet five, but he had a kind heart under that strict facade that a lot of people failed to see.

Yes, I can camouflage us, but with less people around we will be less likely to accidently run into somebody. I get a phone call from Red saying they were done with the liquor run. So, I pictured the vehicle they are in, and pulled it to me. It worked without a problem. The amount of liquor that they bought is crazy. I’ve never seen a backseat and trunk, full of fifths and pints before. Robby’s mouth fell open and said, “Well, this is my spot.” He joked, as he sat in the front seat of the car. With everything he still makes me smile when I’m stressed. I still have my issues bringing Orna and “Bob” over together. I know Robby does also. “Bob” is a hustler and will say anything to get what he

Her mere presence always calmed him down. After the matter of the jewels was settled, Rick had Debbie help him sort through the documants. This was a more serious issue, in that there were just so many properties to consider. Then a strange thing happened. Rick started noticing a familar name kept cropping up on some of the transfer papers. It seemed that Robin Wright had a lot of business dealings with Rodger Yates over the years, as Rodger's name was on some of the papers. Even a yacht had been purchased by Robin from Rodger about three years ago.