روايات وقصص ضمن Conrad Fisher

“It has been confirmed that Fisher Corporation, founded by renowned entrepreneur Mr. Jeremy Fisher, has successfully passed its IPO review. The company is expected to officially go public within a month, with an estimated market value of ten billion dollars. Mr. Fisher is set to become the wealthiest man in New Vegas.” The camera cut to Jeremy, his handsome face sharp and confident. Facing the cameras, he wore a perfectly controlled smile, the unmistakable aura of a man at the top of his game. The host asked, “Mr. Fisher, who would you most like to thank for the company’s successful listing?” Jeremy’s eyes instantly filled with affection. He turned slightly, his gaze locking onto Whitney bes

Lily lobbied relentlessly. Sora laughed softly. "We'll see about tomorrow. By the way, what's the deal with this new boss?" "We haven't dug up all the details yet, but apparently, his name is Julian. I heard he is ridiculously, drop-dead gorgeous—a total diamond bachelor!" Lily was already swooning, going into full fangirl mode. Sora fell dead silent for a moment. "Julian..." she murmured under her breath. Were all men named Julian just ridiculously, undeniably handsome?

“Mr. Kessler, Mr. Schneider is here.” A thin smile stretched my lips. Punctual as always. “Send him in.” The door slid open silently. Conrad entered with the contained urgency of a man accustomed to delegating dirty tasks. His impeccable suit smelled of old money and disguised fear. He skipped the greetings. “Kessler. We need to talk about the prodigal son.” I gestured toward the Italian leather armchair opposite my desk. He ignored it, preferring to stand, his fingers nervously tapping the brushed steel surface.

The words scrawled across the pages painted a picture of a man who had been living a double life—outwardly charming, supportive, and loyal, yet seething with resentment beneath the surface. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called. The door opened, and Secretary Pitcher stepped inside, his expression neutral but professional. “Detective Fisher is here to see you, sir.” Christian straightened, nodding. “Send him in.” A moment later, Detective Fisher strode into the office. He was a middle-aged man with graying temples, sharp eyes that missed nothing, and an air of quiet authority. Dressed in a crisp suit, he carried a black folder under his arm.

He encountered Finn when he walked out of the autopsy department. “Director Parker!” “Why are you here?” Finn turned and looked at the laboratory behind him. “Here for the body? Who is Fia to you, then?” “I’m just trying to confirm that she’s really dead,” Conrad said expressionlessly without any sorrow. Finn looked at him confusingly, “How is Fia? I’ve been very busy lately and I don’t have time to visit her.” When Conrad thought about her eyes, he decided that there was no need to tell an outsider about them. He said coldly, “She’s my wife. I’ll take good care of her. But… I need to confirm something with you.”

Theo opened the folder and looked at the details of the person. "I see, take me to this person's house" he Instructed. Neel took a detour and changed their destination quickly. Theo texted Ryan to meet him in the location he just sent. In the city suburbs, in a decent sized house, a man was seen sitting behind his laptop while clicking away at the keys. He is watching the indecent video of Nova and that lady whom he was with the previous night. "Mr. Fisher is having a good time" he was chuckled to himself when his mobile started ringing.

"You know what fuck you Nixon." "Not even in your dreams doll" "It would be the best sex you'd ever had, better yet why don't you bend over the counter and let me fuck you... no never mind I don't fuck straight men with denial issues and fears of commitment" his eyes do that switch thing where they're color changes when his wolf wants to take over, bringing a smug smile to my face as I see I've hit a nerve. "I'm done having this agreement with you. I have assignments to turn in then I'm going to stay at a hotel in town for a few days"

Conrad had stared wide-eyed at me, then he shrugged it off, "Who is it this time?" "Lindsay's lover, his name is Elias Nieminen; he is also Levi's friend." I briefly explained, "The last time I gave you a job, you handed it over to Lazarus, and he screwed it up." "Trust me, brother, this time will be different. I am worried why all of a sudden this is not you. Engel, you haven't pulled this sort of stuff for a long time," Conrad said with a small pleasing smile appearing on his face, "I was worried that woman took away my brother's ruthlessness, but I guess she will be the one to bring out the devil in you,"

I'm out for blood, craving the sight of crimson soaking through concrete. God. Now I'm thinking like Noir. I shake my head and take the familiar turn that leads to the company building. I have an important meeting I can't miss. After it's done, I'll focus on my search. That fucker, Conrad, hasn't left a proper trail of all his 'transactions' with his employers. The fucker spent years gaining our trust and becoming Elijah's right-hand man only to lead him to his death. The Russians are behind this, that much I'm certain of from the man's past.

He always moved like the world owed him space. “Let me guess!” He drawled, “You are still brooding over that omega?” Shaking my head, I let out a frustrating groan. “What do you want, Conrad?” “Well, I don’t know. Maybe to witness the downfall of the most emotionally constipated male in the entire werewolf race.” Conrad’s boots thudded across the hardwood as he plopped into the chair across the table and spoke. “She really got under your skin, huh?” His untimely nagging exhausted my patience. I picked a file to ignore him and replied coldly.