Gary Shteyngart Novels & Stories

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

I was about to say, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t you have any shame!” Shame! Why would I feel shame? “What are you talking about, Mr.Stone? ” I asked him confused. “Even after you know that I am engaged you are acting like this. You are a P.A and act like one. I am very disappointed in you. ” he said with so much disgust that tears started forming in my eyes. He continued by saying, “You are taking participation in such bets. I had not expected this from you.” He started saying something else but looked at me for a second and went inside his cabin.

Chapter 37 Arthur’s POV Justin leads me behind the school’s old greenhouse. It’s a quiet spot, you wouldn't even suspect anyone to be here. “I used to come here, once in a while, just to get away from people.” “You sound like it’s a bad thing,” I observe her tone. Her concern feels so genuine. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn, with my life, that Justin can’t hurt a fly. “It’s not a bad thing to be around people. It’s a bad thing to be around people who don’t make you feel like you belong with them.” Her tone moves to deeper sadness.

Carter followed in silence, understanding that I was not in the mood to talk, at least, until we reached the car. “That bad?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, opening the car’s door, nodding at him to get inside. “Get in, Carter, just get in” ************************************* “I have to admit, she did stick around for a long while before she collapsed” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a drink before the investors arrived. I was having a club’s opening tonight, and I needed to make one final meeting before it “anyway, everything is ready for tonight, we just need to be there an hour early to make sure that the arriving guests see us there”

Scott asked as he went back to the couch and sat down. "He's notorious but look on the bright side. Here" Eagle said as he spread his arms as if waiting to hug someone. He stopped when he noticed that Scott and Jill didn't understand him. "What I mean was that,Big Man is notorious but every man has a weak point and here is Big Man's. He loves to gamble and he loves money and will do anything for money. I heard once that he sold his girlfriend's organs for a whole lot of money. Terrible, right? " Eagle said and twitched.

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

Turning back to Shea, Brooklyn said, “It’s entirely possible they drank the glasses we’d switched out, so maybe he’s either too embarrassed to have gotten caught, or he hasn’t woken up yet.” The three friends giggled. Shea grabbed a bagel and put it in the toaster. When it popped back up, she brought it to the table and joined her friends. “What are you working on there, Brooklyn?” she asked, reaching for the cream cheese and nodding toward Brooklyn’s laptop. “I’m trying to think up a suitable topic for my next article,” she said, opening it back up. “But I’m having writer’s block at the moment and can’t think of anything.”

I kind of liked having my brain in my head. Surprisingly enough, a dim yellow glow leaked from the kitchen into the passage. Rounding the corner, I halted. Gunnar sat at the kitchen island, crystal glass in hand with an amber liquid swirling inside. He had the glass pressed to his forehead, a pensive expression covering his face. The white button-down he wore was open, body taunting me with his expertly carved frame. He still had his dress slacks on — it didn't seem like he had done much since he returned home from the office.

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