Mr Black Book の小説・ストーリー

It buzzes again. This time, it’s not Brianna. It’s Mr. Black, the president of Coastal Legends. The one with too much money and too many secrets. The one who once handed me an envelope full of cash and said, “Keep your mouth shut, and we will keep you on the field.” I answer. There are no pleasantries. “What the fuck did you do?” His voice is rage and panic stitched together, and I can hear papers flying behind him, something heavy landing on a desk. I barely get a word out before he slices through again.

He drawled, his eyes on me. “Interesting.” I tried not to look up at his sweat covered shirt that clung to his body. He has a six pack, maybe even an eight pack, not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” His face remained impassive. I could hear mocking in his tone. He walked down the hallway with the towel hung on his shoulder. “By the way Red, the book is upside down.” I slammed the book shut, my face was filled with embarrassment. Other men wouldn’t point this out but he would. Josiah Blackwood is the bane of my existence. I growled tossing the book aside. He is so insufferable but apparently I was the only person who thought so.

I said. “Oh ok, so he works downtown in the financial district huh?” “Girl yes and it gets even better than that. I searched him online to find a F******k page and found him,” “Look at you and your detective work. So what, does he have a wife, 3 kids and a bunch of money?” “He has no wife, no kids and a bunch of money.” “Shut the fuck up!” she yelled again. “How you know all that?” “Like I said I did my research and Mr. Malachi Brooks is some kind of financial guru or some shit. And he’s also one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors.”

Somehow talking to him about the spam mails made me feel like that last night’s mail was probably something like that and I shouldn’t get riled up based on some mail. "How about Mr. Blackwood? Do you know how he looks and his name?" should I be honest about what I feel about the man or lie? "Mr. Blackwood is a very sophisticated man and maybe a little arrogant. To be honest I think he is a good looking but boring person.” The way Richard’s face went when I told him about Blackwood was priceless but hey I was just being honest.

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Mr Black murmured in the back seat of his car, putting on a frown face. When Mr. Black noticed that it was the manager of Ork King Enterprises was the hand holding the case of those guys, he started monitoring Eduardo's step. "Aah," Mr. Black was amazed seeing both of them, he thought Mrs Hudson would have handled Cindy's case and maybe by now Cindy might have been a dead person. He was shocked to see that his niece was still alive and she was with a strong and responsible man like Eduardo, he became more mad and decided not to rest, he kept putting eyes on them.

“You’re standing in front of my classroom.” My stomach dropped. Room 204. English Literature. I looked past him at the door. And the plaque next to it. Professor Chance Black. I turned back to him, mouth dry. No fucking way. He was my fucking English professor.

Marcus. "You don't look too happy, Mr. Marcus. Care to share why?" All eyes turned to the man with a protruding belly and receding hairline. Mr. Marcus laughed nervously again. "No, no, Master Blackwood. I..i'm elated! Truly happy. Ha ha. I'm just shocked as to how you did this without notifying the board of directors first. It seems quite unfair, don't you think?" He pointed out, glancing around the table for supportive eyes. Finding none, he gulped, adjusted his collar again and continued. "You're truly a great strategist, Master Blackwood. K... kudos to you!."