One Man Army Book Novels & Stories

I slipped on my heels, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. Roman was already in the living room, leaning against the arm of the couch with his phone in hand. He wore a tailored navy suit that fit him perfectly, the white shirt underneath crisp and unbuttoned just enough at the collar to show a glimpse of his tanned skin. His hair was styled back, and he looked every bit the powerful man he was. As soon as he heard my footsteps on the stairs, he glanced up, his eyes locking onto me immediately.

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In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.