Of Mice And Men George Novels & Stories

His bloody hands accidentally brushed against the men's pristine white shirts, leaving behind a vivid red fingerprint. The men's faces turned red instantly. One of them erupted in anger, "You did it on purpose, old man!" Jennifer anxiously intervened, "Don't lay a hand on him!" George had watched her grow up. Rumor had it that he had lost his children early, and for years, he had worked tirelessly to support his granddaughter through school. He barely kept his job due to his slow pace. He volunteered to take half wages and worked double shifts. Yet, he was still only considered a temporary worker.

he continued, “but from what I overheard, Miller George wasn’t just an ordinary man.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Lucian took a breath, his gaze settling on Mrs. Elizabeth. “Miller George was in the mafia,” he said grimly. The air seemed to grow heavier, suffocating. Mrs. Elizabeth’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Her husband obviously kept it a secret from her. I, on the other hand, felt like my entire body had gone numb. I had grown up with that man. I had called him my father.

When she was alive, she would get up early morning and make us breakfast while some Sam Cooke music blared through the small radio on the kitchen island. I sigh lightly when I reach our building. "Mr. Daniels, welcome." A short man dressed in a hotel like uniform that is friendly enough says. His name is George and he opens the glass door for anyone that comes to the building. "Sup George? I told you to stop calling me Mr. Daniels. I am not my Dad." I say with a smile. "Yeah, but it makes me feel like I'm doing my job right. Anyway where's your pops ?" He looks giddy today.

I nodded. “Thank you, Mr Betton.” I mumbled, smiling up at him. They had always taken care of me. I never lacked a thing because of their generosity. “Call me George, Robin. We missed you at the last family dinner, though Lana asserted you needed space. We thought we could come by, see how you were faring.” He smiled at me, then added, “I never imagined Jack would turn out to be a murderer.” George rasped. Lindsey and Lana shot him an icy glare. “Sorry for overstepping, dear.”

By then, George would be under their control instead! George said calmly, "Brett Panther? He's nothing but a coward!" What? They all looked at each other. George must have gone mad with the way he called Brett a coward! One of them secretly touched the recording device in his pocket, wondering if he should play this for Brett to hear. Just this alone was enough to get George killed. "Mister Severn, you still have options. You can change your mind." One of the men of higher positions said, "We've known each other for so many years, so we'll help you. We know how generous you are. We know you won't mistreat your saviors."

The man in the room urged at when she finished eating. ************ "Nana, I promise to find her, and I will keep to my words." "They must be hitting my baby, please get her out of there." George didn't know what to say to the old woman again that wouldn't make her burst into crying. He dropped his phone in his pocket and went to the room to see Michael having a chit-chat with the man, the man's expression changed when he saw George standing at the door staring at him with a murderous look. "Enough of that, can we start from where we stopped."

"You're sure about this, George? You’re sure my Head of Strategic Acquisitions is engaging in... unprofessional conduct?" "I’d bet my life on it! I saw the man myself, charcoal suit, platinum links, looking like he just won the lottery," George hissed, his voice cracking with excitement. "He walked out of here looking far too satisfied." Killian’s jaw tightened. "Open the door, George. Let’s see this satisfaction for ourselves." George didn't hesitate. He grabbed the handle and flung the door open with enough force to make it bang against the interior wall, his face twisted in a mask of triumphant malice.

Nathan opened the door quietly and stepped inside, already sensing the weight of the atmosphere. "You didn’t sleep much, did you?” Nathan asked carefully. George didn’t respond right away. He moved past Nathan, grabbing his watch from the dresser, then paused. “Did you sleep?” he asked, voice low and tired. Nathan managed a faint smile. “Only because I knew you'd need me awake today.” George glanced at him, appreciating the loyalty, even if he didn’t say it. As they walked down the hallway together, George broke the silence. “She used to hum when things were bad,” he said quietly.

Turning to Marcus, she whined, "Look at him! How dare he insulted me like that!" As Marcus's gaze landed on George, his expression turned icy, the coldness almost palpable. I could tell he'd figured out that George and I had arrived together. Turning to George, I couldn't help but smile. George stood beside me, his handsome face exuding a charismatic flair despite his nonchalant stance. His sharp eyes locked onto Marcus. George flashed a provocative grin. "Mr. Marshman, keep your people in check. Don't let them run their mouths and hurt others. Otherwise, one day they might find themselves insulted and clueless as to why," he warned.

“Good,” George said. George had been unhinged in the last few days. He had gone looking for others to help free his son, but no one would help, shutting their doors in his face. Laurence’s play had been very smooth. He was undoubtedly aiming for the Cole family’s downfall. Laurence wasn’t about to play nice with the Coles, and if it meant going down with them as well, then so be it. George tossed a black suitcase at the men filled with cash and the new identification documents they would need while crossing the border, for these men were wanted criminals on death row.