Dean Hamilton 소설 & 이야기

Some deep structural flaw that made me keep hoping for men who only knew how to hurt me in new and inventive ways. DANTE Three miles away, in the east tower of the Hamilton estate, Dante Hamilton was doing something he hadn’t done in longer than he could remember. He was pacing. Not the controlled, deliberate movement he used when he was thinking through pack strategy or working out a problem with the border patrols. This was something else, restless and useless, back and forth across the same stretch of stone floor until his boots had worn a faint path into the old rug beneath them.

They all stared at me as I passed through the room. Jonathan Dean was sitting at the far end of the room looking as if he owned the place. Black sharp suit, no tie, and silver watch glittering in the lights. His hair was combed back, and there was a calmness about him that made me feel uncomfortable. There was a cigar burning between his fingers. He didn’t stand when I reached the table. “Mr. Hampton, what a pleasant surprise,” he said, voice low and even. “Please, have a seat.”

she pondered, her eyes darting back and forth. The striking man before her was none other than Liam Hamilton, the multi-billionaire CEO of Hamilton Tech, a top-ranking company in the Software world situated in the heart of Alaska City. He was renowned for his sophistication, assertiveness, enigmatic demeanor, and arrogance. Liam was also an elite playboy, known for dating only the most stunning women and never being seen with the same girl twice.

He walks forward and I finally see him. He’s dressed professionally with a crisp black suit and blue tie. Even his hair is slicked back in a more professional looking way, though whatever hair product he used seems to be struggling to keep those few dark strands from hanging over his forehead. Radiating smooth confidence, he takes his spot beside the judge and is sworn in. Once he sits, Odette walks toward him. “I believe Miles Hamilton needs no introduction, judge, but just in case. Representative Hamilton is the youngest congressman and also a presidential candidate. He is here to speak on Esther’s personal behalf.”

I was hoping to have my own dorm on the more expensive buildings as dad had promised. "M'am I'm sorry, but I think there is a mistake with mine. See, I signed up for the Hamilton building, so I can have my own dorm. It says here I'm assigned to the Northbridge Building?" I inquire. The lady looks over her glasses and takes the paper from my hand glancing over the paper and reviewing the date it was submitted.

“We will both miss you. Maybe one day you’ll come to Canada and meet my wonderful man?” Danica nodded, but she was too choked up to say anything else, and she left through the front door while trying to wipe away her tears. I followed her, holding all that she had in the world. Outside on the path, Dene Hamilton surveyed the street. Tall, broad- shouldered, with close-cropped black hair, he’s more menacing than his refined gray suit suggests. He was ex-army, like Tom’s dad, and it showed in his alert stance. He’d work in a shift pattern with another bodyguard who would be arriving in the morning.

I read the first article properly this time, forcing myself through every line. "Nora Hamilton, the reclusive founder and original CEO of Hamilton Global, has officially returned to her position after an eight year absence. Hamilton Global, one of the largest privately held technology companies in the United States, saw its stock value rise sharply overnight following the announcement. Ms. Hamilton, whose disappearance from the public eye nearly a decade ago sparked widespread speculation, has made no public statement at this time. Sources close to the company confirm she arrived in the city in the early hours of this morning."

"You’re a fan of Maestro Adagio?" Hamilton didn't look away from the road, but his voice was thick with sincerity. "I’ve been a follower for a long time. A die-hard, actually." I felt a heat crawl up my neck. Hearing a stranger praise my soul’s work while I was sitting right next to him was a disorienting experience. I coughed, searching for a reply, but then we hit a red light. Hamilton turned to face me. The glow of the dashboard caught the intensity in his eyes. "I used to be a fan of the Maestro's music," he said quietly. "But now, I’m a fan of the man behind it."

“Delmont Hamilton. The ex-head of the Hamilton family.” “What!?” Finnick had some conflict with one of the Hamiltons, so he naturally knew who Delmont Hamilton was. “Isn’t he dead?” Kayson realized that the news of Delmont’s fake death was imprinted deeply in people’s hearts. Nobody suspected the death was a fake one, and that was thanks to Zachary’s cooperation. “He just faked his death.”