Isaac Grossman Novels & Stories

Cassidy grumbled, but at least the two continued in silence towards the many chairs near Isaac that had been left empty, almost making it seem like everyone's expectation for that day was nothing but a disaster. “Thank you everyone for being here today.” Isaac began to speak as soon as everyone was properly seated, barely seeming to notice Austin's withering look in his direction "As you all may know, I am Isaac Carnby, the current majority investor in this newly founded company and, therefore, also everyone. the projects you are involved in.” His cold eyes ran over each of the people there, even causing some to flinch “From today onwards, the company's activities will officially begin, not

He calmly exited just like he had come in. Isaac really can be quite influential and upper helpful, though you’d never know it if you didn’t know who he was. According to Isaac, a judge, who is a friend to the deputy major for housing and economic development, had signed of on it, apparently and it is safe to assume he is also in on it.

But today, his words hit harder, a reminder of the harsh reality I was living in. I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The penthouse was a world apart from the rest of the hotel—a luxurious, opulent space that felt like a different universe. Markos stood by the window, looking out over the city. When he turned to face me, his expression was cold, almost distant. "You missed two days of work," he said, his voice clipped. "Care to explain?"

He did not look happy at the idea of being forced to sit here. The man to the left of Argus was an older man, about 60 and he had a few strands of pure white in his brown hair. He had old, wise looking dark eyes and according to Alpha Reed, he was one of the men who had thrown their breeder to the side when they got 'too old' to breed. He looked old and sullen.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

I wipe the excess from my lips with a forearm, turning for the door. “Aw, c’mon, you don’t have to leave,” Jax chuckles. “We were just messing with you.” I throw up a hand, flipping him the bird over my shoulder as I exit the weight room. I’m two steps out, the door still swinging closed behind me when I almost collide with Gray. “Oh hey, didn’t know you were still here,” he greets, then gestures past me. “Theo and Jax in there?” I nod, lifting an arm to wipe sweat from my brow.

Alessio breathed, “Julian… Sir, I know you and my father have had your issues, but I’m thankful for your help.” “Glad to help,” Julian made a welcoming gesture with his arms. "Especially after being left out of that little thing you all had going on with the Baldinis,” a slight smile appeared. Alessio hummed, “Didn’t want to bother you with the Baldinis,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “So who are you bothering me for?” Julian asked, raising a brow. “Who is your guy?” “His name is Isaac Halberg,” Alessio hesitated before he continued speaking. “He was an undercover agent working with this organization, MISA, under the name Levi."

Marcus became more energetic as he bid goodbye for the second time. ——— After the tiring yet worth experience Marcus experience in Housland, the following days became busy as usual in business, he was casually going in and out of the city to go to his different companies. A day after, Isaac who was the underground master from Kingston was promoted by his father to serve him discreetly, he knew him afterall so his father didn't bother to give him someone he doesn't know yet. Isaac went to his investment company in Nightlock to pay his respect to him, but he didn't knew, he was working so hard that he just didn't intended to greet him but to deliver a news.

Mikhail Grossman, the man himself, crashed the scene like a wrecking ball through fine china. “Ah, our new head of IT! Straight from the New York jungle! Welcome, welcome!” Grossman boomed, his voice thick with too much charm and not enough sincerity. “Head of IT, huh? Sounds almost as smooth as ‘infantry,’ doesn’t it? Funny, right?” He burst into a laugh that sounded like rusty chains rattling in a blood-stained dungeon. Leila didn’t miss a beat. “Sure thing. What’s a man like you doing in the Alps out of season, Mr Grossman? Planning to climb every rock in sight?” Her voice had a sharp edge to it, like she wasn’t quite buying the act.