Night Manager Novelas e Histórias

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

"Could you leave us for a moment? I have something important to discuss with my boss." "Yes, ma'am," the nurse promptly responded and obediently left the room. When the nurse had left. Adam spoke softly, "So, why are you here? Did you miss me?" "Of course not!" she retorted sharply. "Then, why are you here?" She stood up straight, crossed her arms, and stared directly at Adam. "Don't assume that I missed you. I actually don’t have plan to visit you. Your mom just instructed me to come because she doesn't trust your nurse. She's concerned that she might seduce you and-"

He needs to drain the pressure before it turns into a distraction. ‎The steward straightens his jacket, voice low and professional. "You seem… particularly restless this morning, Mr. Kingston. Should I arrange for someone to attend the glory hole in the spa wing? I believe the roster is currently stocked with a few new candidates who specialize in discretion. Or would you prefer a more personal appointment?” ‎Matt gives a short, sharp nod. "The glory hole. Five minutes. I don’t want to see a face, and I don't want to hear a name. And tell her if I hear a single word out of her mouth, she’s fired before she can swallow.”

The stiffness in my joints and the throbbing in my hands and the realization that I fell asleep outside Ember's door like a stray dog waiting to be let in. It's late. Deep-night late. I check my phone. 2:14 AM. 2 AM. Nathaniel does his security patrol at 2 AM every single night. Same time. Same route. Has done for twenty years without missing once. Which means right now, his cabin is empty. I almost dismiss it. This is paranoid. This is me letting Rafael get the last laugh. I almost push myself to my feet and go to my own cabin and pour a drink and let the night swallow this whole miserable day.

He was checking the perimeter cameras every ten minutes, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, nervous tattoo on the glass. The first night on Agios Nikolas was deafeningly silent. There was no Maria to cook us pasta. No local village to wander into for bread. Just a silent, professional security team living in the lower levels—men I never saw, but whose presence I felt in the way the lights in the hallway dimmed and brightened as they moved through their rounds. The pantry was stocked with high-end rations, vacuum-sealed meals, and enough bottled water to survive a siege.

“I need to call my boss, right after I’m done panicking.” “Hey, relax” the deep, soft voice of Ethan said to my right. “Relax? Relax?? How are you so relaxed right now? Uggh, my head is killing me.” “I’ll get you some water and pain relief,” he said heading towards the door, after speaking to someone shortly there he returned back. “Who was that?” I asked. “ My bodyguard, Tom” Yes, of course he had a bodyguard, he’s the heir to the billion dollar company, Maverick Enterprises. No wonder, I’m being called names, oh God, I really am I gold digger.

I stood up, adjusting the cuffs of my suit jacket, and walked back toward my study. I locked myself behind the heavy oak doors, sitting down at the leather chair. For two hours, I buried myself in the numbers, the weapons shipments, and the guard rotations. Around midnight, a sharp, distinct knock sounded on the study door. "Enter," I said without looking up from the monitor screen. The door opened, and Regina stepped inside. She just stood near the edge of my desk, watching me. “Yes?” "The northern perimeter is clear," Regina said, her voice flat. "Nathaniel is running the late-night sweep on the lower terrace right now."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His phone buzzed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A message from Marcus, his assistant. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Marcus: The surveillance on Karla Nightbane is complete. Sending the report now. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Damien opened the attached file and began reading. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Karla Nightbane. Age 22. Raised by Michael and Patricia Mercer in a middle-class suburb of Philadelphia.

He muttered. He looked about the woods. He was a long way from the community. He would need to call for a ride back. He stepped out into the parking lot and began making his way towards the building. As he approached the building he read the sign. Luna. He rolled his eyes at the name of the small night club. He walked over to the entrance of the club, cutting the line. The bouncer was about to say something but then recognized him. “Oh it's you Mr. Knight. You go right ahead in. Any of your members coming with you tonight? “ The bounce said, unhooking the rope and stepping aside.

A voice snapped me out of my thoughts as an older male in a formal suit approached us. Despite the elegance and formality in his feature, I could sense fear and uncertainties in his aura. He was a shifter and the night manager of this club. I was pretty sure the female I kicked out went and complained to him directly. "I will still pay for the room and the females. My Beta will take care of it." I didn’t give him time to reply and was about to walk out when his hand held my forearm. A low growl reverberated from my chest as I snapped my head to look at him, eyes dilating as I gave him a silent warning for touching me.