Harrison X Preston Novels & Stories

Doctor Harrison stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm Doctor Michael Harrison. I own the Harrison Stroke and Rehabilitation Center." Ramon stared down at the man's outstretched hand. His pupils tightened. He wanted to ignore him, but the man was elderly, and he had also heard of Doctor Harrison's center. Ramon had learned about it while looking for a specialist for Tony. "I'm Ramon Holloway," he managed to respond through clenched teeth as he shook his hand. They had barely released their handshake when Dimitri's voice cut through.

These were questions plying my mind's route but I remained shut ensuring I don't overstep my boundaries. "If Harrison wants to extend a hand of fatherhood to Trevor and make up for all the lost times, then he can do it from anywhere around the world. " I pointed out. Stephanie laughed and sat on the only bench in the garden. I went and sat beside her. "You are a smart child." she complimented me. "The reason why Harrison wants Trevor to stay back is so he could work in the ministry of health. , he can earn millions weekly through his father's connections and since he studied Software engineering, he might be their tech guy." Stephanie said.

"Rivera." "That's the one. Fancy clothes, dramatics, the whole package." Harrison mimed an effeminate gesture that would have been offensive if I cared about such things. "Stayed for almost two hours. Made lots of phone calls, I can only imagine he was reporting the breakin to your Ex." "Anything useful?" "Well, here's where it gets interesting." Harrison leaned forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I did some digging on the foundation board. Guess who's sitting pretty alongside our fashion plate?"

He was quite enamored with wood pieces and everything connected to them. "Mr Stone," Harrison greeted, rising to his feet as I approached his desk. His hands stretched for a handshake and I took it firmly. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." "Likewise," I reply, scrutinizing the man before me. Harrison was a man in his thirties, black hair tousled atop his head and his dark eyes had a certain mischievousness to them. He looked quite confident though as if his idea would buy me in, hook line, and sinker.