Michael Ian Black Book Novels & Stories

“And he is in a place I once called home. He thinks he's won. He thinks he's managed to get rid of the truth but he's wrong. He even thinks he's safe, that's laughable.” “Yes, he's wrong. There's a ledger—one that is linked to the organization. Luke has been in possession of it in the past. I'm sure he still knows where to find it. If only we could get our hands on them, we would be miles ahead of them in this game. It would be a game-changer. They won't see it coming, Jane. They won't know what hit them,” Michael concluded in a low, but confident tone. She strolled towards the wall, pulling down a large, framed architectural blueprint that had been disguised as an abstract painting. It was

With a low groan, he slumped back into his seat. Micheal was handsome with features similar to Easton but in a more manly manner. He was five years older, after all. He also had green eyes and stood at six feet two. He oozed a powerful aura as he turned to face the crowd. His lips curled into a smile, but the smile was nothing friendly. He actually made people even more uncomfortable. “My name is Michael Black," he began, his voice steady and commanding. "And I’m here to set the record straight. Scarlet is no fraud. Everything you’ve heard tonight or any other time is nothing but baseless lies designed to tear her down."