Ninth House Sequel Novels & Stories

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

She asked curiously “That file belonged to Mr. Sebastian Cosgrove. I heard he and Mr. Wright were tight buddies back in their university days; he was Wright publishing first writer. Tony planned to sabotage the company and sell it off. He also planned to use Sebastian as his way out by threatening him. So he wanted to hold on to his file to know more about his history with the company.” “That’s dreadful.” Amanda commented with a sigh. “I saw him for the first time yesterday.” Nelson continued “Who?” Amanda had forgotten who Nelson was talking about so, she asked. “Mr. Cosgrove. I saw him at the conference room yesterday in a meeting with Mr. Wright and Wright Junior. Mr. Wright is working on

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