The Atlas Paradox Novels & Stories

"For clearing my name. You saved me from Dean Vance, and now you saved me from them." Atlas pushed off the wall, stepping closer. The aggressive, possessive energy that usually radiated off him was muted, replaced by something heavier and much more complicated. "I'm not doing this to be your friend, Tamine," Atlas said, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I'm stepping back from the sabotage. I'm done trying to destroy Evans to get to you." He reached out, his knuckles lightly brushing the sleeve of my sweater.

Atlas has been adamant that the prototype needs to be perfect for the launch , otherwise the investors might lose interest in his product. At first, things between Atlas and I were a bit rocky. I was embarrassed for how I reacted to the whole situation, especially since he was able to explain himself in the end. I think he feels bad for not getting me in touch with Ashton, but I'm over that now. If the universe wants us to reunite, we will.

The only people who died five years ago were my mother and the weak and pathetic Avery, who allowed herself to be used again and again by the man in front of her. "Not here," Atlas sighs, stepping aside and motioning toward his office. "Too many watching eyes." "You mean your wife?" I ask, not budging. "It’s fine; we can speak right here." At my words, Atlas’ expression shifts from tired to hurt. "What is this about me being dead? "I push, standing my ground. "Gregory? Do you know what he is talking about?" "I don’t," Gregory responds, giving Atlas a look of disbelief.