Stanley Tucci Novels & Stories

“Exerton Consulting, Klaus Zimmerman’s office.” “Hey, Lily,” a familiar voice said. Stanley, the front desk concierge/guard. One of my favorite people at Exerton. Huge black guy, looks like he could benchpress a station wagon, but sweet as a teddy bear. “Hey, Stanley,” I answered warmly. “Mr. Zimmerman there?” Stanley had had plenty of joyful run-ins with my boss through the years. He’d taken to using my ‘Herr Klaus’ nickname, too, but obviously he was worried about being overheard.

Facing Stan without hesitation, she said, "Since Mr. Castillo is toasting Mr. Elysian, as his proxy, I shall drink three glasses." Stan, initially dissatisfied with the interruption, started to see Candice in a new light. Candice downed all three glasses quickly, placing them back on the table with a slight flush on her cheeks. Her alcohol tolerance was low, yet she boldly faced Stan and poured another glass, declaring, "This one is my toast to Mr. Castillo." He acknowledged her gesture but did not accept the drink. Stan observed Candice curiously, questioning, "You're Mr. Elysian's secretary, right? What do you have to do with me?"

I enjoyed just having her there at my every beck and call, I enjoyed knowing that I took up her weekends when I wanted to and I guess I forgot to consider that she had a life. "Well, that's the thing, Lucas," Stanley shook his head, putting out the cigarette in his hand, "there's nothing on this man. He's squeaky clean. The motherfucker hasn't ever smoked weed, no underage drinking, he's literally been a good guy all of his life. He has good credit, pays all of his debts and bills, does his job perfectly and with no complaints, and he's madly in love with Zara Johnson."

I walked over to him. "Hi." I greeted his secretary. "Hello, Ms. Delaune." "May I know your name?" I asked and he looked a little bit nervous. "My name is Stanley." "How long have you been working for Mr. De Luca?" I asked curiously. "Uhmm around 4 years." "Oh.. I was going to talk to him, can you let me know where he's going?" I asked curiously and Stanley looked a little nervous. "I'm sorry, Ms. Delaune but I can't tell you where he's going. He has an important work and he has to go right away."

I grabbed the weight bar from him and set it back in its resting place. Tuck sat up and looked at me with an irritated and frustrated expression. He shook his head then moved to another bench as I followed. Tucker Reese also known as Tuck was my best friend, even though when I first arrived he wasn’t one of the friendliest guys on the team. In fact, it took him a while to warm up to me, but now we’re tighter than brothers.

The man called stanley carefully took a seat, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his lab coat. "Sir You asked to see me?" "I did. Alice informed me that you have been trying to reach me. Is there a problem?" Rick asked, his eyes boring into stanley's. "Not really Sir," Stanley began. He used his index finger to push his sliding spectacles back up his nose. "It's just the new product" "What about it Stanley?"

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 asked Lucas. Lucas thought of strolling around town since he had arrived at such a luxurious base city. "You guys go ahead, don't worry about me," said Lucas. Stanley nodded. "Senior, I'm a lecturer at Sky Blue Academy. You're always welcome to visit Sky Blue Academy."

Duke looked at Diana and said, "So you are Stanley's assistant." "Yes, yes. How do you know that man?" Diana asked him. Duke smiled and replied, "He is my friend. Come let's go to his cabin then we will talk" "Sure," Diana said and put the injection on a table. In the elevator, Diana looked at Duke and asked, "So, what kind of person is your friend Stanley? I have heard that he is a bad-tempered and rude person. I have also heard that he has a bit of a mental problem, which is why he is always angry. I really wonder how a mentally ill person like that man could become a doctor."

Stanley's fingers clenched around the white pill as he smirked. "Hmph. You have three days, Frank Lawrence! You should thank Elder Fango for his generosity!" Frank was left scowling as he stared at the pill. However, seeing that Tidus Simmons and Scarface Tucker were ready for a fight, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the black pill that Elder Fango passed him. "Hehe…" Stanley almost laughed out loud as he looked on—Frank could not blame him now, not when he had chosen to end himself!