Graham Greene Novels & Stories

The staff there had mixed opinions on my being there, so I made sure to look stern and controlling as a Luna should. Color had returned to Graham’s face, telling me he’d been eating regular the past three days. Before we began treatment it was clear he’d been fasting, but it wasn’t clear whether it was by choice or a side-effect of his affliction. “You look good, Graham,” I said as I approached his cell. “Did you sleep?” “Yes, Luna, thank you. I feel good.” His smile came easier and looked more at home on his face, even obscured by his ruddy beard. There was a clarity in his eyes and steadiness when he met my gaze, though in the depths of I could see something lurking. Was it guilt?

SELENA'S POV The dining room fell into complete silence. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Mr. Greystone stood at the entrance, chest heaving with every breath, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Alexander with a hatred so raw it was almost physical. "You murderer!" His voice shook the entire room. "First you took Grace away from me, now you want to take Vanessa too?"

“Yeah, let’s get to work!” ¢^¢^¢^¢^¢ Third Person POV Nicklaus’s home… “Good morning, Mr Statham!” Graham greets. He opens the car door as Nicklaus walks towards him.. Nicklaus simply acknowledge his greeting with a nod. He gets into the car and Graham closes the door before getting on the driver’s seat. “To the office, Mr Statham?” “Psychologist!” He simply said and Graham understand. He starts the car and drives out of the compound. *****

Mr Graham left leaving Lawrence and me My eyes watched Mr Graham as he made his way to his car, "I am sorry I took so long. Mr Graham is quite busy and I needed someone's approval." Lawrence explained. My eyes were still on Mr Graham's car that just drove off. "You needed approval," I asked, confused. "Yes, I was in a meeting with Mr Romanov when I called and Mr Graham is the company lawyer," Lawrence explained, It felt like there was something he was hiding "Thank you for helping me, I don't know how I will ever repay this favour." I bowed my head to Lawrence to express my gratitude. It was the only thing I thought I could do. My actions placed him in an uncomfortable position.

“Mr Moretti, I didn’t realise we had a meeting today.” Kenneth Greene looked up from his desk at the intrusion, but despite his words, the man didn’t seem surprised at Xander’s presence. “We don’t.” Xander narrowed his eyes on the man, his cool demeanour only sufficed to make the Mafia leader angrier. “Please, have a seat.” Greene motioned to the chair across from him and leaned back on his own, leisurely. “What are you playing at Greene?” Xander ignored his offer and instead slammed his hands down on the desk.

And then I see him. Graham’s at one of the cleared stations, barefoot, in joggers and a white tee that’s doing absolutely nothing to help me stay sane. He looks relaxed, but there’s this calm intensity in the way he handles the rope—coiling and sorting it like it’s sacred, like every loop matters. The kind of focus that makes your knees feel a little unreliable. When he finally looks up and sees me, he grins. It hits square in my chest and slides lower.