Romans & histoires Mr Blind

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

Framed press clippings of her past victories. Too bad those days were over. "You’ve been busy," Maddison began coldly, folding her arms. "Busy is my cardio." "You think you’re clever —" "I know I’m clever. But continue." "You have no idea what you’re getting into, Miss Brown. You think you’ve won just because you —" "Just because I uncovered the fact that your third wedding was illegal because your second divorce wasn’t finalized? Or because your ‘consulting’ firm ran a fake survey to sway a vote last year? Or is it because—"

“Honey, don’t waste your time on some lowlife like him. Guys like this get nervous even around normal police officers, let alone the chief of the Traffic Bureau.” I sniffed the acrid stench of alcohol and sneered. “Well then, let’s see who will be the ones scared when the traffic police show up.” With that, I lit a cigarette and took out my phone, about to make a call. However, the Maybach owner, who was visibly flustered, snatched it from me. “People like me don’t have time to waste with people like you. Just call your family and beg them for money already!” I had just returned from military service and honestly didn’t know who the so-called big shots in Jacksboro City were.

Yan pouted and April glared reluctantly at her. “ Pleeeeease” Yan pleaded. April let out a frustrating groan. “ Fine, I won’t tell him a thing” She said. “ Promise?” Yan asked. “ Promise” She replied and Yan beamed. *. *. * Steven was busy discussing a project with Mr. Feng, a director of an animation industry. Steven’s female secretary, Miley, was also present and she did most of the talking. Steven paid rapt attention. Well not until his phone buzzed, snapping his attention to it.

She came back to reality fast , she released she was still at the auditions, she got way into the character she hoped it wouldn't cost her. She got up from the cold floor to meet a flabbergasted panel, they looked shocked, even Miranda did, and she hoped it was for good though, but she noticed Mr black still looking unfazed by her performance and for some reason she was disappointed, she knew he was the most important person in the panel and she wished he liked her performance. “Cut!”. Mr Black ordered. Grace shifted on her feet, her breathing unsteady. Was he not happy with the peperformance?

She had tried but it wasn’t… there wasn’t anything she could do. She brushed past Elodie, stopping to regard her with a baleful look. “If you do not have anything better to do than stand around, maybe you can begin cleaning up the whole fucking place… might as well make yourself useful in some way” She retorted. Elodie watched her mother in law saunter off, muttering under her breath about useless grand daughters and what not. She felt her eyes blur with unshed tears but she blinked rapidly. No, she cautioned herself. She is not going to see me cry again.

Miguel raised his stern eyes to them. “I may be friends with gangsters and Mafioso, but the day a name lands on my desk, it will be treated like any other.” Miguel looked pointedly at Xander who stared at him with equal intensity. “I can respect that, District Attorney Ramirez.” Xander nodded curtly. “Good, now do you mind giving me a hand in the living room?” Miguel tugged open the fridge to retrieve a couple of beers and popped open the top as he began explaining to Xander what his plans were for the new home entertainment centre he bought.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I blink back to the present and clear my throat. “I did visit him,” I answer. “The doctor says his condition is stable. Nothing major has changed.” I try to sound neutral. I fail. “I miss him,” I admit quietly. “He would be proud of you,” Mum says, reaching for my hand across the table. I nod and focus on my food, pretending not to notice how tired she looks. She seems older than she should be. Smaller. Fragile. And I hate that I know why. “On the bright side,” Miles says, trying to lift the mood, “now that you’re working for that big company, we won’t struggle with hospital bills anymore, and Mum can quit that laundry job.”

“Just a friendly observation, Aleksei. After all, alliances are fragile things, aren’t they? One wrong move and everything crumbles.” "True that." I replied coolly. “Alliances only crumble when the weak can’t hold their end of the bargain. Are you worried about yours, Hardin?” The room felt like it had shrunk, the tension between us thick enough to cut through paper. Hardin's smile never wavered, but I could see the slight tick in his jaw. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Mikhail stepped in, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice low. “But we have an issue that requires your attention.”