Novel & Cerita The Quiet American Greene

"Nasty!" The car fell into silence, with both of them not knowing what to talk about. It had been so long that the two very close friends felt so distant, especially at the revelation that he was Nathan Greene, the man who most underdealers feared the most, and was sitting right in his car.

He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam. “You’re too excited, Trent,” another one of them grumbles. He’s Gerald Greene, a Texan thug who was one of Salvez’s men before he was betrayed. Calm and collected, his long black hair is tied into a bun. There’s a scar above his left eye and he’s got smooth dark skin. “Enough chit chat!” the fourth man named Parker snaps. He’s in his late twenties with short black hair and a freckled face. A known thief, he was arrested when he tried to steal from a government employee’s house.

The receptionist, whose name I learned to be Lauren, showed me to David’s assistant's desk where a pretty, young lady sat looking prim and proper in front of a laptop. The receptionist introduced me to her, “Amy, this is Matthew Greene, a fellow designer here,” she smiled at me and looked me up and down quickly and inhaled deeply, “he wanted to speak with you.” The woman named Amy put her hands down from her laptop and turned towards me, “Oh, okay, what can I do for you, Mr. Greene?” She had a high ponytail that was holding her blonde hair up and pulling slightly on her forehead. She didn’t cross her ankles under her chair, leaving a gap between her knees, ‘just another whore,’ I thought. H

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

he replied casually. Lavender Quinn was Sean's junior colleague. I didn't know what to feel, except pity that after all the effort we'd put into buying the tickets, neither of us had really paid attention. On the way back, Sean pulled out his phone again. I couldn't take it and slammed it shut. He frowned at me. Looking him in the eye, I said teasingly, "You've missed two monthly dates already. I finally got you here, yet you're constantly on your phone. And you keep talking about your colleague. I'm going to get jealous now."

But why would you give something that belonged only to me to someone else? Three days later, at dawn, five sleek black cars lined up neatly in front of the hotel. Harry held Chloe’s hand carefully as he helped her into one of them. From the corner of the street, I stood quietly, watching her gown glitter in the sunlight. The fabric swayed slightly with each step, catching the light like flowing starlight. It was breathtaking. As the motorcade pulled away, I grabbed my suitcase and left alone. Inside the car, Harry’s wolf was still growling in his ear.

Her face turned to the side and she saw Greene bringing out washed clothes to hang in the yard, their eyes met and Greene's face began to burn in anger. "You!"

"G'night, man!" He started the car and drove off. I started taking the stairs to Maddie's apartment and as I got closer, I heard soft moans from inside. I was suddenly taken aback. "Oh, Jackson—so good." That was Maddie's voice. "Mads..." Jackson, moaned. "This is my reward, you passed Harvard." -Maddie. I caught my breath. "Why? Your man didn't?" "He's too busy working on his paintings, films and some crap..." she suddenly panted. "Oh!"

Javier took a step backward. Although he was from the country, he could tell from the expression on the reporter’s faces that this Mr. Greene… was not a force to be reckoned with. He bit his lip as he looked toward the older Mr. Greene. “Of course I’m satisfied.” “Mr. Greene has an old man as highly respected as you to back him up, how dare I not be satisfied even if the truth is utterly twisted?” An uproar rang through the audience.