Percy Lavon Julian Quotes 소설 & 이야기

"I'm best at making people cough up everything they've swallowed, with interest." Vivian's face changed. Before I closed the door, she suddenly spoke. "But Mr. Prescott said you'd never actually leave him." My hand stopped on the doorknob. Vivian looked at me, each word deliberate. "He said you're too smart. Smart people always weigh the pros and cons."

Warrick said. "I'm defending a piece of legal language from being rewritten in real time to suit whoever's currently losing an argument. That's not loyalty to my cousin. That's basic governance." Julian's voice stayed even, though something colder had crept into it than I'd heard from him before. "You taught me that yourself, actually, years ago. Read the language, not the room. I'm simply the only person at this table today who seems to remember the lesson." "Don't lecture me about lessons, Julian."

"My judgment is entirely sound, Victoria, which is why your little boardroom coup is going to fail before the opening bell even rings," Julian said, his voice slicing through the cold air of the penthouse like a razor blade. He didn't even turn away from the espresso machine, pouring the dark liquid into a porcelain cup with deliberate, unhurried grace.

"Stop making jokes; I don't want to laugh. It hurts," Julian coughed and even spit out blood. "Shit. Julian, I told you not to think about dying! You have to take responsibility!" "You're very chatty, Dave. Usually, you don't talk much like this." Julian closed his eyes against the pain. "If I had to choose, I wouldn't want to die now either. I want to be recognized by my son first," Julian said, smiling bitterly.

Julian sputtered, his face reddening. "Oh, I doubt it," I continued, taking a slow sip of my champagne. "I make it a point to study the failures of others. It helps me stay sharp. But do enjoy the caviar; I hear it’s the only thing in this room that’s actually at its peak tonight." Julian slunk away after a few more awkward stammers. Silva leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "What did I tell you about the script?" he hissed. "I improved it," I replied, unbothered.

“If I fight, I might become the thing he warned you about.” “What would you do?” Julian read it twice. Then set it on fire. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. Julian watched the flames die out. And said: “I’d stop asking questions with only wrong answers.”

“He even said Owlie’s scary powers were cooler than dragons!” Julian leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “Which I stand by.” Lydia finally spoke, stepping closer and eyeing Julian in his glittered, chaotic glory. “You know... if you’d walked into a press meeting looking like that, the internet would’ve declared you Father of the Year by now.” Julian chuckled, rubbing the glitter off his wrist. “Should I be taking notes?” “No,” Lydia said, more pointed this time. “You should just keep doing… exactly this.”

And then she thought about him, the way he looked at her like she was capable of more than she ever imagined. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “I want to succeed.” For a moment, Julian said nothing. Then he leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “Good,” he said. “Then stop worrying about what people say. They’re not the ones living your life. They’re not the ones who will determine your future. You are.” Olivia swallowed hard, nodding slowly. His words still echoed in her chest, each one burning into her like a brand.

“Why R&D, anyway? That department’s brutal — long hours, constant pressure, strict protocols.” Julian’s eyes lit up. “Because that’s where the real stuff happens! That’s our core division, isn’t it? I wanna see how those treatments are actually made. Besides, your team’s success with the clinical trials — that East Europe deal? That was insane. I’d kill to be part of that.” Marcus hesitated, studying him. “...Want me to put in a word for you?” he asked, testing the waters. Julian perked up instantly — then deflated just as fast. “You mean it? Nah, better not. Mom would have a meltdown. If she cuts my allowance, Violet and I will be eating instant noodles till next quarter.”

“You asked to be left alone — so we’ll leave you. Go ahead and die if that’s what you’re aiming for. Shame the prison won’t let that happen.” And then he disappeared into the darkness of his cell, leaving his words to echo mercilessly in my head. He was right about one thing: I was pathetic. “Well, that’s the most I’ve heard him speak in about ten years,” Lucian said softly, eyeing me. “For what it’s worth, Julian… don’t die.” He stepped back too, fading into the shadows. “Death is never the answer,” his voice echoed faintly. “You should get some rest,” Raven said, her tone gentle but firm. “It’ll help you calm down. And remember this, Julian , no one fears anger driven by cowardice.”