The Key Man Novels & Stories

I ask, “Who is he?” Finally, Jamie nods, “Oh. British man.” he mentions, “That’s Justin Shaw.” My eyes widened as I heard his name, “Justin Shaw?” Jamie nods again, “The CFO of Minerva. He’s my greatest man in this company.” Wow. The CFO of Minerva. I know he is an employee of Minerva, and I know he is stupid, but I never knew that he is the CFO! That's so... unexpected! Oh, so he works on the same floor, huh? I just hope he is capable of handling my beauty, as we will have tons of chances to meet at the bathroom door in the future.

She said before stepping a few feet away from me when the three men came to stand before me. The first man had a very Hawaiian look as far as features go. His hair was in long, black locks that came down to the middle of his back. His almond shaped eyes were a startling pecan brown. His body was of medium build, athletic but not too buff. Lastly, his skin tone was a dark caramel brown; a pair of dark gray docker shorts were his only articles of clothing. He gave me a very humble, deep bow. “I am Keyx. It is a pleasure to meet you…” He said in a deep voice before stepping aside.

His skin radiated that deep, grounding heat that always sent a sweet rush of complete devotion straight down my spine. "The doors aren't going to open unless you authorize the key, beautiful," he whispered, his thumb tracing a slow, heavy circle against my knuckles. "You spent thirty years running from Helena's ghost cards. Today, you walk into that building as the sole master of the vault keys. If anyone attempts to cross the perimeter, they have to deal with my detail first." Before I could reply, the console terminal on the kitchen island let out a sharp, rhythmic chime. It was the secure, encrypted line from the main office.

"I'm not there to make friends. I'm there to get the truth." "Truth has a tendency to kill people," Rico snapped, his eyes going to the scar on Sabatine's wrist, a souvenir of their last mission together. "The rumor is that the client for this 'Master Key' isn't some other corporation. It's a consortium. Private, powerful. The kind that topples governments for a favorable trade deal.". If Rogers has really lost what I think he's lost, he's not only struggling to save his business. He's struggling to save his life.

He held up his hand and patted his thinning gray hair on top of his head. "Oh, by the way," Jesse continued, looking at him with such a big smile. "Oliver, I'd like you to meet K, my girlfriend." He started with the introductions. Oliver extended his hand for a shake, he seemed really surprised and impressed. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss." K shook his hand and greeted him back cordially. "Nice to meet you, Oliver." "K, this is Oliver. He's my dad's butler. And his father before him has been our family's butler, too. Oliver's basically my father, growing up in this shithole."