Novel & Cerita The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit Novel

He was everything I wished for, his simplicity, his honesty, and his love won me over. He is the first person, who approached me without seeking for a benefit. “And I think this is my cue to jilt the party.” I said remembering I needed to meet the private investigator, but my steps halted when the door to the ballroom opened revealing a strange man. The man clad in a three-piece gray suit which fitted his well-built body, and his taunting height which made other men in the room small, and when I moved to his face I sighed. He has a mask on, but that didn't tone his choking aura, and I only managed to tear my eyes off him.

Giving up her life in Florentia for a broke man with a young daughter and endless problems? No. This was better. Staying just friends. Business partners. Nothing more. I locked my phone and set it down on the desk harder than necessary. That was when I heard the front door open. I stood up from my chair at the reception desk, frowning. We weren't expecting any new guests today. A man walked in wearing an impeccable dark suit despite the heat. He had a black leather briefcase tucked under his arm and a serious expression that came from years of doing a job no one was ever happy to receive.

The room held its breath. Marcelline's pulse roared in her ears as the figure stepped fully into the light. A man. Tall, perhaps mid-forties, with the kind of composure that came from years of operating in rooms exactly like this one. His charcoal-gray suit was immaculate, tailored so precisely it might as well have been painted onto him. Dark hair swept back from a sharp, angular face. Eyes that gave away nothing. He carried a slim black briefcase in one hand, the leather polished to a mirror shine.

It had to be the wolf himself that had me all riled up. I went back to browsing the amazing book collection and wound up in the mystery section. I’d skipped right over romance because I just couldn’t deal with the heat—not in my present state of mind. The door clicked open, followed by a slender, suit-wearing man with a tray. I warily surveyed him as he set the meal on a table. His gaze found mine and he bowed. For real. “Your lunch is served, miss.” “Ah, thanks.” I strode closer, depositing my armful of books on the tabletop. “And you are?”

The Manhattan humidity at ten in the morning was already turning into a thick, oppressive soup. The scent of city dust mingled with the heavy aroma of burnt coffee from the faculty lounge, a bitter cloud that seemed to coat the inside of my lungs. A man entered the school gates, cutting through the crowd of nannies and parents in their designer athleisure. He wore a crisp charcoal suit, the fabric stiff and dark despite the rising heat. He moved with a calculated, military precision, his eyes scanning the courtyard like a predator looking for a specific mark. His gaze locked onto mine. Sharp. Devoid of warmth.

A tall figure emerged through the darkness. He wore a long gray coat covered with faded ink stains. His hair was silver. His face looked calm. Ordinary. Yet something about him felt deeply unsettling. Around his neck hung dozens of broken keys tied together with a black thread. He smiled as if greeting old friends. "So..." "The White Book finally found its way back." His eyes rested on Adrian. "You've changed." Adrian tightened his grip on the pen. "Do I know you?" The man laughed quietly. "You did." "Before you chose to forget."

Maybe he's not all wrong, I should probably get involved and know how he was running business. I got dressed in in a sleek, tailored pantsuit. While Gray, in his sharp suit, looked every inch the successful business. I keep seeing what other ladies see in him that makes them always want to kill themselves to have it but he was all mine, and didn't have to do too much. We got to the villa restaurant, the soft glow of the place, dim lights cast an intimate ambiance. Gray kept winking and biting the lower part of his lips. This man just doesn't know the right place to get naughty.

Since I have been to one investor hunt I feel like I can do this well. I arrived at his house and it was spectacular. The house from my hypothesis has over fifty workers. A tall man in a black suit wearing black sunglasses led me to Edward Swifts’ study. He was sitting on one of the chairs at the corner of the room next to a gigantic book shelf filled with hundreds of books. I can tell that he was really tall even though he was sited. Just like his height, his face was pretty long as well. His eye brows were tick and black as hell but his entire head has gone gray. He had a sharp nose and his lips were upside down. The man was so classy that he was wearing a red with golden coat on top of hi

The more he read the passages, the more he sensed the goodwill of the author towards the natives. The man who entered the book shop stopped by Lin and reached out for the thick book on the second row of the book shelf, but after a few minutes, the man put it back on the shelf. That time, Lin heard the man asking, “Do you have the book by Fielding Hall?” Lin noticed that the man was in his mid forty, wearing thick rimmed glasses, with curly hair. The man wore a short sleeve blue shirt and a pair of jean pants. The man was also carrying a thick book under one’s arm. It seemed like that the man was a bookworm.