Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

The real file. “Gabriel Roe” was a pseudonym for a man named Karl Vogler. Former Kommando Spezialkräfte, then a contractor for the private military company Acheron Group. Specialization: PsyOps and Strategic Asset Degradation. His last documented operation was “Project Consensus” for a German auto giant, which ended with the board turning on the founder, a hostile takeover, and the founder’s subsequent institutionalization. “He doesn’t destroy companies,” Kunle murmured, reading. “He dismantles the people who run them. He breaks their will, their alliances, their sanity. Then he lets the structure collapse on itself.”

“What do you mean? What do you want?” Gabriel’s eyes were cold. “I want control of one hotel. One small thing. Keep one place under my name for a while. I want a way in. You give me that, I give you the ledger. The ledger has names. It has accounts. It shows payments, shells, lawyers, dead men and living ones. It shows where Richard hid the seeds of the plan that made your father’s life small.” “You want a hotel?” Damien said. “One building,” Gabriel said. “One number. After this? We split everything. But I need a piece. I need a thing to hold until the names fall.”

“This is me being gentle.” “You have three different command lines open and one of them is in a language I do not even recognize.” “That is because it is one I built,” I said. “Sit there and look pretty. You are doing great.” I heard Dax snort from the side. He sat at a smaller station, headset on, chewing gum. Gabriel’s voice dropped closer. “You like having me as eye candy that much, huh?” “You are my emotional support muscle,” I said. “Very important for morale.”

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

His hair was streaked with gray. His face was calm. Almost kind. I recognized him immediately. The doctor from the hospital. Gabriel. He smiled. "Lena." Damien stepped in front of me. "Don't come any closer." Gabriel's smile didn't change. "Damien." "You know my name." "I know much more than your name." Damien's gun remained steady. "Who are you?" "You already know." "The founder's right hand." Gabriel chuckled. "Lucian told you?" Lucian stepped forward.

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone. "Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen. "Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger. "He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

Gabriel said. Whatever they were talking about it seemed to be very important to Florian. I wondered who Florian really was for Gabriel to be calling him "Sir." Gabriel was a wealthy director of one of the biggest companies in New York, while Florian was just an average guy who said he had a rich friend. Was Gabriel only calling him "Sir" because of that friend? And who, exactly, was this friend?

“I was dying to come see you sooner, but you know how it is—I was in Italy, then Zurich, then Australia. And now I’m back, finally!” “Of course,” Lena said, smiling just enough to seem warm. “This is Gabriel. My partner.”Nora started practically pushing the gentleman forward like he was scheduled for an inspection. “Gabriel. My friend Amara and her boyfriend Damon Hales.” “Pleasure,” Damon said, shaking his hand firmly. Lena followed suit, nodding. “It’s lovely to meet you Gabriel.” “Likewise,”The young man said with a nervous grin. Lena could tell he was practically forced herself because as much as he seemed giddy to be introduced, he was dissociated.

“My duty is to protect Ava.” Gabriel smiled. “Exactly.” Daniel frowned. “From you.” “No.” Gabriel's eyes became cold. “From herself.” Silence. Ava looked at Daniel. “What does he mean?” Daniel shook his head. “I don't know.” Gabriel pressed a button. A screen behind them illuminated. A document appeared. At the top was a symbol Ava recognized. The Black Rose. Below it were several names. GABRIEL. AMARA. DANIEL'S FATHER.