Novel & Cerita The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit Novel

The man was sitting leisurely on the long white-colored couch behind a small glass table. "W-who are you?" A rough broken voice came out of my throat. My forehead creased. Even talking hurts, my throat feels like I had swallow a handful of dry sand that ruthlessly scratched my throat raw. I racked my fogged covered brain to recall who the person is, but failed and I am sure that I did not know him before. So why is he here? Is he perhaps, a swindler? I watched the man as he put the newspaper -he is holding- away revealing his face. The man has a striking gray colored hair. He meticulously fold the paper before putting it atop the table.

she lifted up the keys, extending them in my direction. At that moment, suddenly all the people in the hall turned their heads toward something. Wondering what it was that had snatched their attention, I also turned my head in the direction of their gazes, and what I saw left me startled. Several people in black suit were surrounding a man in a tailored, expensive gray suit that showcased his body perfectly. His leather shoes were contrasting against the gleaming marble flood. The man had a sharp look in his eyes with a stern egoistic flare. Nobody dared to look him in the eyes. He was talking to somebody on the phone.

I'd been fighting it since I was a child and now, standing in this large, way too cold air-conditioned room waiting for the representatives from Gray's- a fortune 500 company- the only thing I could do was force my breakfast to stay down in my stomach where it belonged. The door opened unceremoniously and two men and a woman all wearing gleaming black suits that probably cost double my salary strolled in. Vaguely, I saw my boss, miss Cheryl shaking hands with them but then HE entered and my heart stuttered and it relocated into my nether regions as the bacon I'd had for breakfast lodged into my throat. Everyone from my company gasped when they finally saw him -except for me, I was too busy t

Mr Grayson cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt him. In front of him was a tall dark-haired man giving him a cold glare. He wasn't familiar to him. And he was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted him. He also didn't look like a security guard-he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker. Supporting himself on his hands, he got

Mr. Gray looked at the CCTV footage on the screen in his library as he smiled and hope that the spark between these two would turn into a furnace. He knew this would happened but he pretended to keep his mind on other resourceful things leaving his closet and waking up to the his bedroom as he gently shoved the bright smile off his face. His smiles was so noticeable and unapologetic that Mrs. Gray looked at him with disdain and asked thoughtfully. What’s the good news? What do you seem so happy and bright?

I rolled my eyes in a full circle as I was too exhausted and he was honestly the last person I wanted to see after such a long exhausting day. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he turned around and smirked, “You know you don't even need to announce your presence before every single soul knows you're in the room.” I looked at him with a blank expression and took a seat on the plush black couch I had personally picked out. He took a seat and I took in his appearance. He looked rough and disorganized in his gray suit which seemed a little too big for him, his tie was loose and his hair was all over the place. He looked like a manager who had been working at a small corporation, getti

Regardless, nobody knew who this mysterious man was, and as a result, nobody had the courage to approach him. Meanwhile, Gray disregarded the attention he received. He has only one reason for showing himself to the public, and that's to find Mr. Emmanuel Red. "It's a good thing that I couldn't see Martin around. But where is Mr. Red?" Gray murmured while looking around. "Hello," two beautiful and hot women approached Gray. Gray flashed a charming smile as he raised his glass. "Evening, ladies," he greeted, his voice dripping with suave. He planted a gentle kiss on the back of their hands, causing them to giggle or nibble on their lower lips.

He watched me with a smug expression, and with his arms folded, like he wasn’t the least bit sorry. Without waiting for another word, I walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t stop, I kept walking. With my mind racing with deep doubts. Father and son, both of them had touched me What kind of mess was I getting into? On my way, I met Mr. Grey. He was coming down the stairs slowly, with one hand on the polished wooden rail. He wore a deep navy-blue shirt, with the sleeves rolled just enough to reveal strong forearms. His dark trousers hugged his long legs perfectly, and his belt sat neat around his narrow waist.

Charles POV The office windows extended from the floor to the ceiling, exposing the blurred city skyline as morning light poured in. Charles Grayson stood at his desk, his perfectly fitted suit sharp, every part of him poised—but his thoughts were not. The business had become excessively silent. Grayson Holdings, formerly a symphony of footsteps, keyboard taps, and electric tension, now operated like a machine concealing a secret. Soft murmurs could be heard behind the doors. People looked away too swiftly. Even his own assistant, usually keen and direct, had begun to communicate with hesitation.