Jerome And Jeremiah Valeska Mga Nobela at Kwento

Unlike how he was in the past where he had to prove himself, he now carried a subtle authority that made even the experienced Victor think he was in a competition with an equal. Victor cleared his throat. "Let's discuss Titan." "Sounds good." The older man opened a file then stopped when he was interrupted by a knock. Victor’s expression shifted as he looked toward the door. "Come in." The door opened. Two people entered the room other than the secretary who opened the door. The first was familiar to Adam and he recognized him immediately. Jerome. The Lacoste representative. The same man from Havenridge who had also tried to poach Melissa.

In its place was a raw, naked exhaustion that made my heart ache. ​“He’s gone,” Jerome said, his voice raspy, as if he had been screaming for hours. “It’s done.” ​“Is it?” I asked, taking a hesitant step toward him. “That look he gave you… it didn’t look like surrender.” ​“He’s trying to get in my head,” Jerome dismissed, though his hazel eyes betrayed his own lingering doubt. He walked toward me, his strides long and heavy, closing the distance until he could reach out and grip my arms. His hands were warm, grounding me, pulling me back from the edge of panic. “He wants me to be afraid. He wants me to doubt the victory. But the facts are the facts, Ava. He confessed. We have the recording.