Southern Man Greg Iles Novels & Stories

The man was the new person in charge of the Red Foundation of South River Branch—Greg Nanas. Red Foundation had connections across the country and as the person in charge of the entire South River State, his arrival was welcomed warmly by many. Everyone got up to greet him. “Mr. Nanas, I’m Lilian Wheel, the person in charge of the supercar club. I have heard a lot about you and I am grateful to finally meet you.” Lilian, who showed no respect to Kaze, got up eagerly and even extended her hand to Greg for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Ms. Wheel. Your words flatter me. We are both executives of our organization, why don’t we just drop the formalities?” Greg said.

he declared finally before dropping, his gaze returning to Emeka who sat still, waiting for him to finish the call and get back to their discussion. "I believe I've found who they seek, far off into the North," Greg revealed and it left Emeka surprised and taken aback. "Then we better start moving," Emeka said when he had recovered from the shock and after a while of thought. Greg had nodded in agreement and a few more words were exchanged before their discussion ended. Emeka alighted instantly from his sitting, in quest to finally leave Greg's office. "I'll sign the petition for your upgrade but make sure you don't go back on our deal," Greg called out as Emeka had turned away, so his back

, Grandma Helen smiled. "Come and let's see Greg". Sir and I followed her. "What is he doing here grandma?" he ranted. Is he reffering to his father?. "He came to visit you. Of course ", Grandma replied. " I dont want him here. No need for him to visit. " Greg sulked. What is wrong with Greg? He ain't in good terms with his father ? Why? Sir Eloy is kind easy to get along with unlike other professors. Grandma sigh at Greg's behavior.

Greg said in a half shout, making most of the other Ans De Lou soldiers look shocked. "My apologies, Commander," the two soldiers said as they turned out to be class three Ans De Lou soldiers fearfully. Greg shook his head, "You should be supporting him, not mocking him." However, Greg realized that he didn't have enough time to talk to the two soldiers so he simply said, "There, help your other friend!" "Yes, Commander Sehel." Greg immediately continued his search for Riley. He did not hesitate to ask the soldiers he met. "Have you seen Riley Wood?"

Although Greg’s face was blue, it brightened when he learned there was a visitor. "Hello, Mr. Greg, I'm Riley of the Red Group." "Red Group ?" With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Mr. Greg said, "Your brother is Jeff Red?" Riley asked, "Mr. Greg , you know my brother?" with a hint of astonishment. With a slightly more praising look, Greg said, "I've met him before. He's a young man full of promise." "Thank you, Mr. Greg ." “Clarence, you can learn more from others." At this point, Greg blurted out, saying something to Clarence.

"By the end of this evening, Thunderbyte will be financially secure, and Williams will finally see you for the incredible woman you are." Mandy's smile was predatory. "I can't wait to see Elodie's face when Williams realizes I'm everything she's not. Sophisticated. Elegant. Worthy of him." Greg moved to his dresser, selecting a gold watch that had once belonged to his brother. "Your uncle Thomas always said timing was everything in business. He was right...just not in the way he intended." They were almost ready to leave when Greg's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned...Marcus, his most trusted investigator. The man rarely called unless something was wrong.

Greg signaled once sitting down as if he was being challenged. "So what are you going to do? Will you take him back there to his condo, huh?" His manager even asked for more. "I will give him the sweetest flavor of the rivalry he wants," Greg just answered. "Oh, Greg. You'd better cool down first," his manager chuckled and attempting to restrain him first. "I...I can't be bothered. I should end this before my public image will be fully tarnished," Greg reasoned out as if he couldn't wait. "You are in too much of a hurry," the manager exclaimed.

Helena was safe. But far from fine. And what she’d survived… what she was still determined to fight… weighed heavy on him. He reached for the aux cable and played a voice memo Theo had left months ago—one where he was ranting about how one day, “Brentford’s masks would fall.” Greg’s jaw tightened. “You were right, man,” he whispered. “And we’re going to finish it for you.” Scene – Carter Mansion, Greg’s Bedroom Later that night, Greg entered his room, tossed his keys onto the table, and stood in front of the large pinboard that stretched across one side of the wall.

But anyway, I must sleep since I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I arrive at the airport and my staff is all their way before time on schedule. I see my nemesis, that little shit Greg, the assistant UK manager, is waiting for me there. Greg is one year younger than me and at a level below mine in his career but acts as though he’s superior to everyone. He's always trying to get attention dressed in the most expensive suits, watches and shoes, throwing around an attitude I don't like. The man is so deluded, he is convinced that all the girls in the office are into him and is always bragging about how many he has conquered and wants to fuck. His actions have expressed that his future vic