Regular Show-blind Trust Novels & Stories

“Julie, you never gave me a chance. All you saw in me was a lowly delivery guy who wouldn’t amount to anything. Even when I got a business under my name, you looked down on me, saying that I would be bankrupt, and don’t think that I don’t know that you’ve wanted me to give half of the business to Claire. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Elon Trust will always own all businesses owned by Elon Trust, and I only receive the profits, not the business.” Blake said, sitting back down.

“Control.” I didn’t understand. Or I did, and I didn’t want to. Adrian looked out the window when he spoke next, like it was safer than looking at me. “My family has a trust clause,” he said. “A deadline. The board is watching for weakness. Investors like stability. So do hospitals.” He used my first name without asking. I flinched. He noticed and corrected himself. “Miss De Vera,” he said, “they’re preparing to cut me out.”

“I don’t trust easily. And I’ve learned trust is the one thing you should never hand out for free. Not to strangers. Not to friends. And especially… not to the person who has the most to gain from your blind spots.” He set his empty glass down on the table, gave Grayson a brief clap on the shoulder, and headed for the door. Grayson stayed on the terrace long after Adrian left, staring into the rain, feeling the first faint pull of doubt like a loose thread he shouldn’t tug, but suddenly couldn’t ignore.

The way Petunia had cried instead of speaking this morning. What if someone was behind it? What if Petunia knew more than she let on? What if Marcus was right ... and there was a man out there who had her heart while she had my last name? I didn’t want to believe that. But I’d been in business long enough to know: you don’t trust blind. And in this case, blind trust might be the reason I was watching my world collapse. Marcus sat back down beside me. “Don’t be a fool, Smith. Not again.”

“Like I said to Rafael and everyone, if she's behind it then she will pay.” “Hmm.” She tsked, looking at me. “There's an old tale about blind wolves, Tristan. They don’t stay Alphas for long. I really do hope you aren't blind.” “

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

"Unless you see it differently." "I see it the same way," I said. "Then we have a consistent position," she said. "Which is what the board needs to hear." She went back to her draft. I held the coffee. This was what forced trust looked like. Not an emotional declaration. Not a ceremony of declared confidence. Just two people at a table at six-forty-two in the morning, each with a specific expertise, each relying on the other's judgment in the areas where the other was better positioned.

“Hard to do with half your staff on board, wouldn’t you say?” Z sipped his coffee and then set the mug beside Troy’s. “There is a blind passenger on board. Do you know anyone familiar with assisting the visually impaired?” Troy shook his head, studying Z with speculation. “Not off-hand. I can ask Stan. He has more knowledge on the staff than I do.” Stan, the Human Resources manager had a memory that could put a genius to shame. The man was a virtual vault of information, which made him the perfect choice to manage over five- hundred crew members.

As I am polishing the silverware in the dining room, I overhear some of the higher-ranking wolves talking about the guests who will be arriving. "Did you hear? The Blind Alpha is coming," One of them whispers. "Really? I thought he never attended these kinds of events," another replies. A expression of disgust passes over my face when I hear them addressing the Alpha as the Blind Alpha. No one has the right to judge someone and especially labeling them. From what I have heard he is blind, but this doesn't mean that he should be defined by his disability. I quickly shake off the thought and focus on my work, determined not to let their gossip distract me.

Indeed, acceptance of my succession was extremely high within Cooper Corp. Compared to James's long-standing autocratic approach and blind investments, my sharp business insights and consistently decisive leadership had already won over many people. Since I took office, overall work had progressed more smoothly, with almost no one questioning my abilities. My secretary, Ted, watched in amazement, "Ms. Cooper, how can you be so calm? "The internet is buzzing about this whole situation. Some are even saying he'll steal Cooper's resources." I picked up a red pen to sign the document, replying without any hint of concern, ”What could he possibly steal with? A livestream and an empty shell compan