Leonard Library Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Someone had just walked out from the women’s restroom corridor. And they lightly collided. “Oh, sorry.” Adele immediately stepped back on reflex. Meanwhile, Leonard instinctively caught her arm before she lost her balance. Again. Their eyes met for several seconds. And for reasons that were starting to irritate even Leonard himself— His chest tightened strangely again whenever he looked at this woman. “I’m beginning to think London is too small,” Leonard murmured. Adele calmly adjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Or maybe Mr. Ashcroft just enjoys appearing out of nowhere.”

“Then come to my place.” I bit my lip. “You know I don’t want to run into Leonard.” She sighed. “Right… I forgot.” Then suddenly she gasped. “Wait! What about Almond Groves?” I blinked. “That outdoor café on Brooklyn Road, beside Naf Richmond Estate!” she added excitedly. “The one I took you to last year… on your fourth wedding anniversary.” A dry laugh slipped out of me. “Oh, yes… how could I forget?” The memory came rushing back.

****LIBRARY**** Elena walked in and went to the shelfs, she started searching for the book she needed and after a minute of searching, she found it, she made to take it but she couldn't reach it so she stood on her toes and tried taking it but someone to took it from behind her, she turned to look at the person and she bit her lips when she saw Leonard. "The book please" she said, stretching her hand forward. "What if I don't give you?" Leonard asked with a small smile.

Then he shifted his gaze out the window. After leaving the hospital Leonard took Avery to his office. A tall building in the city center, with tinted glass reflecting the sky. In the lobby, everyone bowed respectfully as Leonard passed by. Avery walked beside him, feeling the curious stares from the secretaries and employees they passed. In the elevator, it was just the two of them. “Do you come here often?” Avery asked. “When necessary.” “Did Maxim used to have an office here too?” Leonard didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the numbers on the elevator panel as they kept rising.

“Who’s living in that small room?” Leonard asked, stepped up to sit on the bed, his back’s against the bed head. He had just been here for the first time since he had rented the woman this three-bedroom apartment. The Duncans Enterprise that his ancestors had established had the Headquarters in Boston so it was handy for him to have a place and a woman to release his sex drive when needed.

Leon arrived in the afternoon as he had said, but Luz didn't see him, his room was empty, he wasn't in the garden as he had expected, so he looked for the housekeeper. "Mrs. Rejane, where is Leon? I heard he had arrived, but I can't find him anywhere?" he asked when he found her in the living room cleaning the vinyl bookcase. "At the moment he is stuck in the library. "Can I go there? "Better not, it's a private space for him, when he's there no one can go in. "Do you know what he does there?

Three weeks into his employment, Daveson was beginning to understand the layout of the Heyden estate with the precision of a military map. He knew which hallways were monitored by cameras, which corridors were considered staff-only, and which parts of the main house were Leonard's designated territory. The library was off-limits by explicit instruction from Mrs. Chen, but Daveson discovered that Leonard spent his evenings there, usually between nine and eleven PM, with a book and a drink, creating a pocket of solitude in a house that never truly allowed for it.

Leo’s private residence on Old Queen Street sat three blocks outside the university's north gate, a four-story red-brick townhouse built in the late nineteenth century, tucked behind a tall wrought-iron fence and thick, overgrown hemlock hedges. It was completely hidden from the campus quad, shielded from the student newspapers, the faculty rumors, and the constant, suffocating weight of the Vance name. By seven o'clock, the rain had returned, heavy and persistent, drumming a steady, rhythmic beat against the tall, leaded glass windows of the second-floor library. Inside, the only light came from a low, crackling fire in the granite hearth and the soft amber glow of a single brass floor lamp

Taken out and looked at and put back and taken out again. I looked at it. Then at her. “Before I tell you what is in it,” she said carefully, “I need you to understand how I found it.” I nodded. She wrapped her hands around her tea again. “Leonard Cross has an office at the family home,” she said. “Not the corporate offices. The private one at the house in Greenwich that he has used for thirty years for correspondence he does not want on company records.” She paused. “Six months ago the house was being renovated.

“That’s Bernardo’s new office. My Luna lessons start now.” I explained. He nodded in understanding and greeted Leah before heading towards Bernardo’s office. I turned to Leah. “We will use the library for today because I have something to show you there.” Leah said with a smile. I nodded politely and followed her towards the library but the both of us stopped when we heard noise as if people were fighting. We looked at each other and in the direction of the noise. It was coming from the side Hillan had gone. Bernardo’s office.