Stanley Tucci Novels & Stories

The next ten minutes are the longest in my life and I’m sure I’ve packed up the wrong orders for more than a dozen people when Stanley stands, lowering his head twice and gesticulating in a manner that suggests he’ll be right back. Stanley’s eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen them, his expression animated as he returns and jerks his head towards me. “Mr. Visconti wants a slice of Tiramisu.” His eyes dart across the counter. “There’s more freshly baked inside. Let’s make an impression. Extra whipped cream, fresh cocoa powder, the works!” I point at my chest. “Me? You never let me serve the important guests. Why do I have to do it?” I was too clumsy, he would often say.

"Please Ms.Stanley, Boss is not in the office. He went out for a lunch appoitnment and will not be back for a couple of hours. It might not be ideal to wait for him for so long." The beautiful Ms.Stanley, aka Stella Stanley, is the one and only daughter of the Stanley group chairman Mr.Jamie Stanley and the favorite sister (and only sister) of CEO of Stanley group Mr.Jacob Stanley. Hearing the secretary's words, a frown appeared on Stella's face. Looks like I have to comeback another time to catch hold of Nick. I'll also see how long you can run away from me. "Fine, I'll comeback later" with that she strutted in her 5inch high heels.

“Rebecca didn’t contribute a penny when she bought Hill Corporation’s shares.” The conference room door was violently kicked open. Dressed in black pants and a black t-shirt, Titus strode in with his assistant and lawyer. His two-meter-tall figure coupled with a powerful aura emanating from his body and the fierce air he cultivated from fighting on a battlefield since he was young instantly dropped the temperature in the room. Even Wesley was a little frightened and intimidated.

“ And It’s all over the news.” Stanley leaned forward, his expression softening. “Poor Tammie,” he muttered. “I can’t imagine how she’s dealing with this.” I watched him closely, my mind racing. Tammie. Of course, it all came back to her. Stanley’s infatuation with her was no secret, and now, with her father in such a vulnerable state, his concern for her would only deepen. An idea began to form in my mind, dark and dangerous. What if…?

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

“They already helped us a lot. They also invested quite a lot at the early stage. If we still ask them for money again, it will make us look very incapable.” “Um…” Stanley sighed. “Let me go and calculate it again. I’ll check if there’s any reliable factory that offers a cheaper price.” “Yeah, this is very important. Stanley, you go and calculate it again.” “Okay.” Then, Stanley left the office. As soon as Stanley left, Harvard’s secretary walked inside and said, “Mr. Hill, a man called Ted Morrison says that he wants to meet you to discuss a project collaboration.” “Ted Morrison?” Harvard frowned. He had never heard of this name. “Invite him into the meeting room.”

I could deal with all the shit out there just not with anyone fucking with her. Steven Taylor is a dirty cop who's been playing both sides of the fence. He'd been feeding my guys Intel, which, he wasn't the only cop I owned I owned plenty, some in very high positions even up to the mayors' office and beyond. But it seems he'd also been selling information to the Staccos.

Gripping the handle of the Glock, he pushed open the teal door. The man standing in the middle of the apartment made Chance think of a bad porn from the seventies. Mid-thirties with greasy hair and what could only be described as a porn mustache. He had a beer gut covered by a stained grey Steelers shirt. His ripped jeans were also stained, and the shoes were worn bare. Steelers. Of all the teams, why the Steelers? In Chance’s opinion, it just made him a little worse. Before the man looked up, Chance knew who it was. John Erik Custard. Owner of Tuscan Place. Rumored pimp. All around sleezeball.

Jeremiah’s father. "Luciana," Mr. Shawn said, his voice dripping with practiced charm. He held out a hand. "I believe you are Jeremiah’s assistant." I shook his hand, my palm feeling cold against his. "Have you met my associate? This is Stanley Cater, CEO of the Cater Group." The name hit me like a physical blow. Stanley Cater. He was the one tied to the family, the one related to Duke. The connections in this city were like a spiderweb, and I was caught in the middle of it.

Stanley walked into TC real estate firm, their logo boldly written in black letters on the wall, there was no missing it, he asked the receptionist about the CEO office and was directed to Todd’s office, he saw a a lady with oval face, blue eyes and mole at the right corner of her mouth walking out of the office and froze, lots of thoughts going through his mind “why was she here, was it really a planned work, is she looking to kill another" he played all these questions in his heart but found no answer by the time he came to, the lady had disappeared, he shook his head and knocked on the door “come in” came the reply, he stepped in and walked up to Todd stretching out his hand for a handsha