The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit Novel Novels & Stories

“A bookkeeper, sir,” “A bookkeeper,” He echoed as the marble hallway opened up to an expansive space decorated with Greek columns, exquisite paintings and furnished to the epitome of luxury. And in the middle of it all stood a small timid man in a well-fitted grey suit and round spectacles on the bridge of his hooked nose, his greying hair pushed to the side and a briefcase clutched to his midriff as his startling grey eyes took in the interior around him.

And now, he was drowning in debt to men who didn’t send reminders in the form of polite letters, they sent threats. Elena exhaled sharply and reached for the coffee pot, topping off an old man’s cup. She had barely turned back toward the counter when the bell above the door chimed. A man stepped inside, and the energy in the diner seemed to shift. He didn’t belong here. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he stood out like a wolf among sheep. His sharp features were unreadable, his expression cold, and his piercing gray eyes swept over the room before locking onto her.

The coffee she‌ held flew from her han‌ds and arced t‍hrough the air, l‌anding on som⁠eon⁠e’s pristine gray s⁠uit. The ma‌n in fron⁠t‌ of‌ he‍r didn’t flinch. He jus⁠t stared, the dark liqu‍id slow‍ly soaki‌ng into the fabr⁠ic of his sh⁠i‌rt. His eyes wer‌e cold gray, s⁠harp li‍ke ice. E‍ve‌ry angle⁠ of h‍is face screamed control and dange‌r.⁠

This had to be a joke. It was him! The man from the bar. The man who had stripped me of my clothes and my innocence just a few hours ago. God, oh god! The air in my lungs froze. My hands began to sweat, dampening the pages of my new notebook. This had to be a sick joke from the Goddess! He looked so different, so elegant in his charcoal gray suit that fit him like a second skin, highlighting his predatory musculature. His hair was perfectly styled; there was not a single trace of the man who last night buried his fingers in my hair while making me scream his name.

I finally make it into the corridor to see the man walking away with purpose, and I rush to catch up, trying to smooth down my flyaway locks with my hand as nerves take hold of my body. "Excuse me, sir?" I call out. The man whips his head around and pierces me with a laser-like glance, and for the first time, I take a proper look at the man I am about to plead my case to. The first thing that strikes me is his height; at five-five I am pretty much always towered over, but this guy is well over six foot. His broad shoulders are encased in a beautifully tailored charcoal suit that seems to be moulded to his body, but the messy, just-too-long-for-corporate hair makes me think he would be just a

_And slowly everyone began to find life aimless._Grace Manninhattan The woman watched for a few moments, her eyes did not suspect that the man who picked her up was wearing clothes of the same color.As if to match the clothes Grace was wearing, black from head to toe.This showed a bad sign as a form of grief.Her gaze turned gloomy, Grace prepared to take a step back to change clothes to a different color.However,Mr. Flip's voice stopped her from continuing to wear the same clothes.

If this person knew the truth… then tonight, everything changes. I grabbed my jacket and headed out. I didn’t even notice my assistant calling after me. The address led me to an upscale café tucked in a quiet street. No cameras outside, no curious eyes—smart. Whoever this person was, they knew how to stay hidden. When I entered, my gaze swept the room. Then I saw him. A man in a gray suit, sitting at the corner table, head bowed over a cup of coffee. His aura was calm, too calm—the kind of calm that hides a storm.

Instead, they drove away in the wrecked minivan. The door of the small car was pushed open, and a man wearing a gray suit got out. This was a man who would cause an uproar wherever he went. His eyes were brown, emitting a mesmerizing glow under the evening lights. The man, with his long legs, walked to Haley’s car. Leaning against the window, he tapped on the door and smirked, “Haley, as I said, we would meet again.” Haley rolled down the window, staring at him coldly with a mocking smile, “You really are a flirt wherever you go.”

A man knocked on the door drawing his attention to it. “Yes?”. “Can I come in?”. “Sure! Come.” A plain man dressed in a black jacket and white shirt underneath came inside with a hat on his head. He walked up to the desk and took out something from behind his pant pockets. He handed it over to Gray and stood still. Gray took the grey envelope and reads through it. “These are all the information that you told me to gather about her. I hope there’s nothing you can complain about in them?” the man asked, lowering his hat.

The silence of William’s office was broken with a sharp bang as the door flew open. Papers fluttered from his desk with the sudden gust, and William’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Sorry sir, I tried to stop him—” his secretary stumbled in, flustered, clutching a folder tightly in his hand. Beside him stood a man with the same sharp Gray features, though slightly younger than William. He was dressed in a tailored suit, exuding the calm arrogance of someone who knew exactly how unwelcome he was and relished it.