The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit Novel Novels & Stories

“Alec is gone.” ********** Grayson sat behind his desk, the city’s nightlife echoing through the walls around him. His fingers ached from clenching, and a half-drained bottle of whiskey stood guard at his elbow. The broken pieces of Tessa’s phone still lay scattered on the floor where he’d left them, tiny shards glinting like teeth. He needed answers. He needed control. The office door clicked open. A man stepped inside, trench coat damp from the rain outside, his face was shadowed by the brim of his hat. Not flashy, not noticeable — exactly the kind of man Grayson paid for.

Despite the ocean breeze, his casual stance, the way one hand lingered in the pocket of his pants while the other held tightly to a tall fluted glass of light-colored liquid, filled me with warmth. I was glad that Chelsea had talked me into wearing a dress and that I'd insisted on wearing panties. As he righted himself, the light gray suit coat he wore moved effortlessly, accentuating his shoulders and forming a V to his trim waist. If I'd thought he was handsome in his swim trunks, he was even better in a silk suit. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned at the neck and his strong jaw was covered with just a hint of stubble. Whoever this man was, he wore the combination of casual and class

Dim lights flickered over polished tables and red velvet booths, where men in tailored suits whispered in hushed voices. Selene guided me to the bar, placing a hand on the small of my back. She leaned in slightly. “See that man in the corner?” I followed her gaze to a man sitting alone, swirling the drink in his glass. He was in his early forties, his suit perfectly pressed, his watch worth more than anything I had ever owned. But it was his posture that caught my attention—relaxed, yet guarded. He was used to being in control. “What about him?” I asked.

I almost lost my life the second time and I'm still in shock. Gray sighs tiredly and run his hands down his face. He looks exhausted. I toss his jacket on the couch as Manny climb down the stairs. "Who told him ?" He asks looking at every single men around the room. Manny , Nick , Carl and I don't remember the rest five. They are all in either white dress shirt or black suits. It's weird they work under Gray. Their faces lacks smiling. Reid stand at a corner smoking his cancer stick. He has a bad vibe and too evil.

The man in the gray suit didn’t walk; he glided, his movements too smooth, too precise, as if he were being puppeted by invisible wires. He stopped ten paces from Silas, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. The garden had gone deathly still; even the birds had stopped their singing, as if the air itself was waiting for a signal. Silas didn't wait for an invitation. He crossed the distance between them in three long, predatory strides, his hand clamped onto the man’s lapel before the intruder could even blink.

too nice. I walk to the desk to settle in my seat. Grabbing the textbook on financial accounting, I begin to read from where I stopped. Some minutes later, I heard the ding sound of the elevator and I jump out of the chair, thinking its Miles. I wonder if he's back to get something he forgot. I rush to the elevator with a grin on my face just in time the elevator opens, displaying a really handsome man in deep blue suit and well styled brown hair. My eyes widen a bit upon laying on his piercing gray ones.

"I'd like it for you to assume the position of my personal assis-" His sentence was cut short by the creak of the door that was swung open by a bald middle age man in a grey suit that was tight around his heavy stomach, he was short and plum, with cheeks large enough to occupy two hard-boiled eggs—each. He walked in looking perturbed and confused, his hand rubbing his hairless head. "Sean, we have a problem," he blurted, he didn't seem focused enough to be discreet. "Oh, Higgins, what would that be th-" Mr Sean was cut short by the trembling bald man again.

Alex was taking the driver's seat, as no other would be reliable enough for the mission that was to follow. The man removed the gray tie he was wearing as soon as the jet taxied onto the runway. His breath was almost catching in his throat, but he managed to pretend he was centered. Ethan also opened two buttons on his white shirt, and now he felt less trapped than he really was. A man in a gray suit and shiny shoes stepped out of the plane as it landed. He had long, brown hair that was now tied back. The man's skin was pale, like the skin of someone who had spent years away from sunlight.

The tall man was dressed in an expensive and elegant dark suit, as if his presence in the slum alley was a mistake. “No way...” Flint murmured as his lips dried. He knew the man. Everyone on the island knows him. “Are you looking for something?” He asked nonchalantly, his voice deep but full of strength. “Mr. Robin...” Flint's voice became hoarse. Her throat suddenly felt dry since he was nervous in front of this man named Robin.