Novel & Cerita I'm Still Standing Bruno

He said as he stood up and offered to shake my hand. "Mr Sanchez." I shook his hand. "Please call me Gustavo, just Gustavo." He said with a charming and satisfied smile. I replied by nodding my head in agreement. He finally let go of my hand and I bowed in respect before I made my exit. ​

They walked toward my section. My pulse began to race. "Can you zoom in?" Marcus did. The figure disappeared around the corner. A minute later, they returned. Then they left. I stared at the screen. "That's the person who did it." Maya nodded slowly. "But we can't see the face." Marcus looked uncomfortable. "We're still checking the other cameras." I swallowed. "Do it." He switched to another angle. Nothing. Another. Nothing. Then he stopped. "I've got something."

Nathan left her like a headless chicken and now she was struggling to hide her face. “Do you think you have the right to ask such questions?” A sinister voice asked from behind her and everyone turned to see Bruno walking towards them. He was dressed in a white tailored suit with his hair slicked back and he looked so good and dominating, working with Nathan has given him that courage and charisma, everyone had a fear of him. “It is Mr Bruno” some of the reporters rushed towards him but he totally ignored them and made his way to where Audrey was standing. “Are you okay ma’am? Sorry to have kept you waiting”

“It seems you still don't understand your canary very well. You don't know what he's doing behind your back." "What do you mean?" Bruno stood up and adjusted his uniform. “Come on, I'll take you to see what kind of person he is behind your back.”

She asks in a cold, hard tone. “Oh my Goddess! It’s Joshua Logan!! DUUUUUUDE! I’m a huge fan,” Bruno, the muscle man, blurts out. A big smile replaces his scowl when he realizes who I am. He begins to approach me with his hand outstretched, like I’m gonna shake it. The abrupt happiness on his face is alarming and out of place. Combined with my panic, physical exertion, and the adrenaline dropout from the shock of everything I’ve seen tonight, I feel the black out as it’s coming. And I sure as fuck can’t stop it. “Well, shit. He’s going down,” Bruno says as I fall to the forest floor.

Gennado stepped forward, watching the same scene unfold, his expression unreadable. Then— He reached out. Placed a hand on Bruno’s shoulder. Firm. Steady. A gesture. Not of authority. Of grounding. Bruno exhaled slowly. His gaze dropped for a moment before lifting again. The sharpness in his eyes dulled slightly. They walked. Together. Into the study. The door closed behind them. Silence settled. Heavy. Bruno didn’t sit. He remained standing near the center of the room, his posture rigid, his hands at his sides, fingers slightly curled like he was holding something back.

Just as I had finished checking in and turned to walk up the stairs, Nathan rushed in suddenly. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was flushed from running. "Did someone just check into a room here? Did a woman named Yvonne Liesel check in? Tell me, quick!" he demanded.

“I’m Lucas. And you?” “Oh, it’s Britney,” I replied with an awkward chuckle. “Um, Britney Aston.” “Nice to meet you, Britney,” he stretched his arm for a handshake. “This would do for now.” “Oh okay?” I was confused as I shook his hands, immediately hearing a fresh wave of whispers around me. “Um quick question, is there something particularly weird about me today?” He looked intrigued. “Particularly weird?”

"If you choose to stay here, you will prove your worth just like everyone else." He turned toward his Beta, and the two men exchanged a short look. The Beta gave a brief nod. Then, he looked at me one final time, his expression completely blank, before turning around and walking away. He just left me there. The moment he was gone, the crowd began to disperse. People walked past me, going back to their own business as if nothing had happened. No one offered to help me up. I was left struggling alone on the hard floor alone. I sat up slowly, staring at the ground. My throat and back hurt, and tears burned in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, closing my eyes tightly to force them back down. I refused

"I know my lines, Mr. Vance." The heavy double doors to the auditorium swung open, and the roar of the press corps hit them like a physical wave. The room was bright—blindingly so—as dozens of heavy studio lights and camera flashes exploded simultaneously. Alexander stepped through the threshold first, his stride confident and powerful. He reached back, his long fingers wrapping firmly around Vivian’s waist, pulling her flush against his side as they descended the small stairs toward the mahogany podium. To the cameras, it was a display of absolute, unbreakable unity. To Vivian, his hand felt like a branded iron ring, holding her in place so she couldn't run.