Concierge Of Crime Novels & Stories

One of the officers took out an arrest warrant and said to Conrald on the stage, “Conrald Briggs, you’re suspected of abusing your position for personal profit. You have abused your power to seek personal gains, and you’ve committed corruption. Besides, you’re involved with multiple counts of intentional injury. Please come to the police station with us.” On the stage, Conrald was stunned for a few seconds. “What? “Have you made a mistake?” Ever since Conrald became famous, he had been very arrogant. He did not respect ordinary people, and he did not even respect Nicholas at many times. He was arrogant and self-centered. It was destined that this kind of person would not have a good ending.

They stepped into the reception and all the employees instantly snapped to attention. They had obviously been informed of their coming. It was still going to take a long time before Rose could get used to how people acted when Wayne entered a room and they knew who he was. A man approached them with a wide smile plastered on his face that reminded Wayne of Batman’s Joker. “Good evening Mr. Blackstone, Miss Cohen. My name is Nicholas Switzer and I am the concierge. Mr. Blackstone, we already received a call from your assistant and everything has been set; our best suite had been set up for you.

A black automobile was pulled over in front of Stella as soon as she left the SG Jewelry Magazine office. She retreated a few paces subconsciously, her heart pounding. Her awful feeling in her heart grew greater. Before long, the car's door was open. Nolan Conrad, the Conrad family's butler, was let off. "Good day, Ms. Radomil," he said. “Would you kindly accompany me back to the Conrads' Mansion?" He seemed extremely courteous, yet his tone was icy and resolute.

I am wearing a dove-grey suit today, tailored to razor sharpness, and a single diamond pendant that catches the light. The concierge, a young man named Stefano with impeccable hair and a terror of making eye contact, straightens as I approach. He doesn't know about the bodies in the basement of the farmhouse. He doesn't know about the gun in the diaper bag. He only knows that I sign his paycheck and that I own the ground he stands on. "Donna Vitale," Stefano breathes, bowing slightly. "Welcome. Is everything satisfactory?" I run a finger along the edge of the marble counter. It is dust-free.

"Get two bottles of water, a cup of green tea and a cup of black coffee." "Black coffee?" Carter asked, and the man nodded. "It seems like the crime rate peeks this time of the year. I have not been able to go home in two days now." "And you still made time to see us? Thank you," Carter replied. "I have to see you; it is a crime after all." "What is?" Ophelia asked. "Well, after running checks on the location and details of the number, we realized that the messages were coming for a number belonging to one Ms Valeire White. Do you know anyone like that?" The commissioner asked as the secretary brought in a tray for them and placed their orders in front of them.

Conan was like a dog with a bone whenever he wanted to know about something. He eyed me with concern and confusion on his face. I pasted a blank look with a small smile on my face, hoping he wouldn't notice my fidgeting fingers and bouncing leg. He nodded and went back to his calls. I subtly breathed out a sigh of relief, my heart pounding ferociously. A few minutes later, Conan wrapped up his calls, his expression grave. “Jade, I've arranged for a contact to start probing the Department of Welfare's systems. It might take some time, but we should have more information soon.”

“When we came down from the penthouse, there was no way for our observers to have anticipated that. Now we’ve given ample time for whatever concierge or doorman is on the Oriri payroll to have notified them of our movements. Which makes the return journey the really dangerous part.” Raven breathed out, slowly and heavily. “Listen, I know you’re all in favor of paranoia and all that, but the concierge? Really?” “Why not?” Kade refolded his napkin. “I know they keep Frederick on the take. And besides, I control most of the concierges in each of the Lu siblings’ buildings.” She knew she shouldn’t be surprised. She knew the world she was in now, this cut throat race to be alone at the top. It wa

The text message that Dakota came from Bullet (also known as Leo) was about the business that they had in the mall as the green-haired woman hurried her way to the arcade somewhere in the mall. It was crowded when the gangster arrived in the arcade. The people were enjoying playing different games as they did not care if people would say that arcades are only for kids—they are not. Arcades were kind of an underrated good place to commit crimes without getting caught since everyone would be too busy playing different games. It was a crowded place with noises coming from different machines that a person could be drugged in a corner and no one could really notice it unless they would actually s

“I knew there had to be something, I don't necessarily trust concierges What did you find?” “It’s about the concierge,” Finn began, handing me a folder. “Turns out, he was involved in some shady dealings in Italy a few years back. He was linked to a fraudulent acquisition that almost bankrupted a luxury hotel chain, he acted oblivious of a bad deal which affected the companies but he was found guilty, if he were to be normal, then he would be dry and probably in jail or in debts, but the charges were dropped, but only after a hefty settlement and some powerful strings being pulled to clear his name.”

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********