Conrad Fisher Novels & Stories

“But it’s what he’s doing now. Hunkered down, and I’m thinking, about to stay a while. Either he got the idea that we, or someone else, were onto him. Or he’s planning to wait something out… something he knows is coming, and we don’t.” He was speaking about Fiona’s father. Conrad had gone after the scoundrel when he left town several days ago, expressing to me a single purpose in doing so: “We can’t lose track of him.” He followed the man around for several days, driving through every major city on this side of the country, and finally decided to come back when the man abruptly ceased his movements, filling up his car with rations first and then apparently moving into an abandoned cabin in t

The email correspondence was between him and a man named Gustav Merrick and it had taken place fifteen years earlier. I would have to travel, a man stupid enough to keep an email would also keep the contract. Conrad lived in Bowman, North Dakota just off Highway Eighty-Five and it was a six-hour drive. There was only one way to know for sure if my gut feeling was right.

“…Dav.” “That’s Chairman Fisher to you,” the man on the other line said smoothly, voice dripping with quiet confidence and mock courtesy. Richard slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the office. “What do you want, old man? Haven’t you and your daughter done enough damage already?” Fisher chuckled, unbothered. “Damage? Oh, Richard, always so dramatic. You make it sound like we burned your company to the ground.” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Richard barked. “Canceling the engagement without so much as a courtesy call? You wanted a war, didn’t you?”

There was absolutely no way he won't be a part of that project and he knows he will get the contract by hook or by crook. Diana didn't really care about what was happening but she was completely mesmerized by the deep and masculine voice she heard on the screen. No one would doubt Mr Fisher wasn't an old crippled anymore man because the outline of his upper body which was the only thing recorded definitely didn't belong to an old man, but to a young man who spent most of his years in the gym. Diana was alone at the moment as the twins went to meet their parents who arrived a little before Mr Fisher gave his speech. He said his name was Skylar she thought to her self as she continued day drea

He had even gained an erection from watching them. He rode back home on his scooter. When he was home, he attempted to call Leah again but he still couldn't reach her. He kept wondering what big Margaret had asked Conrad to do. He wondered how soon before the truth about Mr. Fisher's disappearance and whereabouts was uncovered. Then he remembered the lovemaking between Conrad and Sarah he'd just witnessed. It was wild. He imagined himself with Leah like that someday. He dropped another message for Leah and laid down. – – –

"I testify because Conrad sat beside me every evening for three years. He held my hand while I cried about my missing brother. He knew exactly where Leander was the entire time." Her voice stayed steady, devastating. "Conrad watched me grieve. He managed it. He used it." She set the cup down. "While I mourned, you raised a child alone in a coastal village. My nephew grew up without his father. Conrad used both facts to consolidate his position. That’s my testimony. Every specific thing he took, from all of us." Something shifted inside me. She wasn’t here for Leander’s sake. She was here for the full accounting. Conrad had turned grief, love, and trust into currency. He exploited my vulnerab

“Conrad isn’t physically fit enough to complete the escape plan. Vincent was in position and had a mental breakdown when he saw only you walking through with your bodyguards. He dropped the flower pot anyway in his panic and followed the escape plan.” Edward remembered Vincent’s out of place concern at dinner about his head injury. He had never thought it was his guilty conscience. “How did Conrad convince Vincent to commit a crime?” he asked curiously. “Conrad Hallowswift is the best manipulator and liar I have ever seen. He knows exactly what to say to convince someone to commit a crime,” Daniel sighed. “He’s had years to work on his brother. I talked to some of his past teachers and they

he paused finding a new tone of voice, “I understand. I want you too. I have since the night we met. The connection I feel with you is indescribable. I have never felt like this before, but I don’t want to be the reason those scumbags go free.” Hearing his confession was like a weight was being lifted. It was not all in my head. I felt weak inside knowing he felt the same. I could feel tears filling my eyes, once more. “We can do this. The trial shouldn’t take too long with the evidence they have. It’s an open and shut case. We can sort whatever is between us once it is done. I’m not going anywhere.” He finished. I felt a tear escape. He moved my fist away from his chest and lifted his hand

“This isn’t a scene. It’s my goddamn life. And I do not need you to tell me something that I am capable of doing.” His eyes flicked up to mine. Something shifted in them. Just a flicker. “Oh, yeah? And what is that?” “Running away from the hell that is building up for me to live in, to be obey, and to be used.” I said, and he chuckled. “And where do you think you’re going, exactly? Where do you think this river ends? Surely you know that there is a waterfall at the end of it?” He asked, putting the cigarette away. I glared at the smoke and he raised an eyebrow.

'Kidney failure'. The gavel trembles in his grip. “Doctor Fisher.” The room freezes. “You preyed on the desperate. Lied to the dying. 'Profited' from pain.” Calloway’s voice cracks. Rare. “But this court? It doesn’t 'forget'.” Fisher stands. “Your Honor, I—” “'Fifteen years'.” The gavel falls. 'Crack'. Cheers. Sobs. Cameras flash. Voss gathers her papers. Cold satisfaction. Fisher’s lawyer flees.