Jason Rothenberg Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, everyone. I had some work at the office, which is why I'm late. My apologies." Wilbur sized him up. He was in his thirties and was good-looking. He was wearing luxury brand clothes while holding a bag. His entire outfit looked very uncomfortable. Roanne hurriedly stood up and introduced him, "This is the general manager of Harvest Food Factory, Jason Yates. Come and have a seat, Mister Yates." Jason nodded and glanced at Nancy. His expression turned into one of surprise. He was pleasantly surprised. However, he was not pleased to see Wilbur sitting next to Nancy.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.