The Idiot Book Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

image he worked so hard to maintain. I closed the closet, still grinning, and wandered into his bedroom. On his nightstand I found more books, all by Fyodor Dostoevsky: Crime and Punishment, Notes from Underground, The Idiot, White Nights. I picked one up and flipped through it. The pages were worn, corners folded and some lines underlined. He wasn't just pretending to like this stuff, he really was a superfan of Russian literature. I didn't believe it when he first told me, but now I believed it without a doubt.

"You won't go? Fine. I quit. I won't go either. Whether the client calls the police or the project gets stalled–I don't care! If I'm going down, none of you are going to get away with it either!" I called the chairman, Richard Walters, and told him about my deregistered identity and intention of resigning. Richard came to the office in rage, forcing Edward and Jenny to apologize to the clients and explain everything. Richard did not want me to quit in such a rash manner, though. He gave me a month to think about it. In that month, Edward brought Jenny along to visit every client. Unsurprisingly, every client would text me about her. [What kind of unprofessional intern does your company hire?

he ends with a huge grin. “Now shall we?” He gestures at the entrance of the mall. (Next morning) “Good morning, Jack! I went to your room and you weren’t there. I figured you’d be here since you’ve been spending time in your study these days,” Jerry states. Quiet I remain for a heartbeat. Then I begin: “I’ve come to love this book: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It’s intriguing.” “You never read. Not once. In school and after. You found it boring. It was okay since it never came to bite you in the ass.” Jerry chuckles, then continues,