Graham Greene Novels & Stories

I think you should talk to him," Allyson told me in a hesitant tone. Her speech barely made sense to me for the moment I stepped inside the lobby. Mr Graham was sitting there in one of the plush chairs, older and distinguished, having that cool yet calculating look which matched the rest of his family. The moment I stepped into the room, he looked up, but without any recognition on his part. "Lena," he greeted me with a polite nod, standing up as I approached. "I hope you don’t mind me dropping by like that." I know you’re busy, but I needed to speak with you.” I paused before him, arms folded, without the least trace of civility. "What would you like, Mr? Graham?"

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

“ He thought. The car slowly came to a halt at the garage. He came out with Drew next to him and the guards behind. They walked into the restaurant briskly . He looked around but couldn't find anyone. Sean scoffed loudly ” So unprofessional, who are these people? “ he asked. Drew turned to him ”the Graham's are one of the biggest families in Australia with a net worth of over 100 million. “ he said, adjusting his rim glasses. Sean walked over to a seat and sat down. He crossed his legs while using his phone. ” I have never been the one to wait for anybody in my whole life. These people lack professionalism; they should shut down their company and give it to charity, “ he said.

Her chin quaked when she said, “Graham, how are you?” He tilted his head and poked finger in her shoulder. When she yelped in pain, he laughed. “Oh, so you have a dislocated shoulder? Great!” He held her by the upper arm of her right hand and hissed, “You have been a source of so much controversy over the last few days.” He cocked the gun on her face and said, “Do you know Drake has announced a prize of ten bags of gold to find you?” Graham was Blake’s very close friend and chances were that he would become Blake’s beta when he succeeded his father.

“He’s still clocking out late. No incident reports. No parties or drugs. Clean record this week. Coworkers say he’s... focused.” “Hm.” Graham grunted softly and took a sip of his tea. He coughed once before settling his cup down. “Keep watching,” he said, voice steady. “Report again next week.” “Yes, sir.” The PA exited quietly, leaving Graham to his silence. He leaned back, eyes on the rain-streaked window. He hoped his grandson was finally done with his past habits. Outside, the rain fell steadily and Graham Wright watched, waiting.

The woman at the desk barely glanced up when we entered; security buzzed our names only when Elena’s business card moved across the desk. Graham’s office was smaller than I’d pictured, with a bookshelf of legal tomes and a window that looked down on the parking lot. He stood as we entered, mid-sixtysomething in a cardigan that tried to be casual and failed. His hair was thinner than the photos, and his hands had the knobby look of someone who’d spent years doing small violence in the name of business. “Ms. Hale,” he said, voice thin with the kind of false warmth men like him practiced when admitting guilt might smear their hands. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I sent them a group text telling them that I am fine and yes, I did make it. What are you doing right now? Well, I am at this restaurant called Flow that I looked up. G****e recommended it. It is owned by a man named Desmond Greene. Oh my, I have heard of him, Sally says. Yep, he is tall, dark, and handsome with light eyes. He is also single too, have you met him yet? No, I just got here and sat down. I told them. All I have to say is watch out because he is a looker.

Rainer's lips curved in a smirk. "GroGreen has succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams. With all the sales and media attention, you are most definitely going to need a good public relations man on your team. Luckily, you've got me." "I've got you," I repeated, confused by the rush of excitement those words gave me. Rainer grinned. "And maybe one of these days you'll learn to appreciate me." "What I'd appreciate is a few minutes of quiet so I can get back to work," I said. I shoved him out the door and ignored the wide-eyed look Amy gave us both.

Zack thought, casting a doubtful glance at Maverick before shifting his gaze to Freya. Freya felt even more awkward and murmured, "Mr. Newton, this is Ms. Angela Graham, the CEO of Graham Group. You must have seen her picture online, right?" Maverick was nonchalant. "So what? I've already submitted my resignation. I'm no longer a part of Graham Group, and I have nothing to do with it. Stop bothering me." He seemed quite irritated. "Mr. Newton, Bryan has already been dealt with by Ms. Graham. He won't be able to target you anymore. You're so capable and principled.