The Risk Mind F Series Novels & Stories

Daniel spoke in his firm tone and he didn’t miss even a single flinch of expressions that crossed the three honourable people. "Also sir.. I am sure, SK Enterprise will surely get positive response from the market, once you get to know our ideas. I am not being cocky, or overconfident or offensive as you guys might be thinking inside, but you would have definitely seen the reports too mentioned in our documents." Russell said. They could both see them starring at them. They were not intimidated by the boys. They shouldn’t be actually. They were experienced, and the boys had not even exited the university properly.

So what exactly was he after? I straightened my posture slightly, keeping my voice calm even though I could feel the weight of all the eyes in the room on me. “I understand your concern, Mr. Brown,” I said, steady but not cold. “And I know how high the odds are. But what’s business, really, without risk?” He raised an eyebrow at that, a faint smile tugging at his lips as if my answer amused him. I continued before he could interrupt, “Every successful venture started as someone’s risk. Even my family built FYS from the ground up with nothing but risk, and I intend to do the same, only smarter, this time.”

My core ached from the loss of his thick length, my heart palpating from the fear that he might kill me. Shit. This was game over. “Answer me, doll.” He demanded, his tone icy and sharp. I blinked back, swallowing hard. “Wha–what are you talking about?” I inquired, leaning onto my go-to move in times of trouble–pretense. He couldn't get the truth if I played innocent. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that instead of helping me finish, he might just pull the trigger on me. His brows twitched, his expression void of any emotion.

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

Heavily breathing, he stroked his chest, supporting himself to breathe regularly. He widened his gaze, seeing no other road he could run on; he cursed on himself and went straight on rushing without sufficient knowledge of what place he was treading. An inkling of extreme nervousness could be heard from his moan every time he trips because of running barefoot. He couldn’t see the road much as well. Following what his eyes could reach should be a good idea. There seemed to be no certainty with each vulnerable step. Though trembling, the desire to survive intensified which could be seen from his almond eyes; the determination of finding a safe place to hide.

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

The AI’s voice—Julian’s voice—responded to a question about risk management. “Risk is not about loss—it’s about the leverage of uncertainty.” Mirra frowned. “That’s not quite right,” she muttered. Crane stood behind her. “Close enough,” he said. “No,” she replied. “Julian wouldn’t say that.” “You sure?” She nodded. “He doesn’t speak in abstractions when it matters. Not with her.” Crane turned toward the screen. “Then we teach it.” He walked away. And Mirra was left with a creeping unease she couldn’t explain.

“ Plus, the only footage we got was your fucking ass at the door, taking the money and putting something on their hands!! So, don’t act all fucking innocent!” I sighed and lifted my head up to look at the ceiling. My eyes quickly went over to the fan that was spinning around and around. “ I never meant any harm to anybody.” I spoke calmly to them. “ It was just a regular night at the job.” My eyes went back to Ramirez and Kravis, who was standing there, looking at me. “ When I work there, I tend to keep my headphones on, blasting music while waiting for people to come up to me with their money and their hands extended.”

"Get on your grip everyone!" Caspian shouted as he tried to lift everyone's energy. Early in the morning, he called all the mafias to the headquarters for some training sessions. They need the safety of their city, Ciudad Reál, especially now that the Castillo Clan's biggest rival are starting to make a move. "Darius! Hold the Gold Revolver tight! You're not holding a fucking Gold Retriever," Caspian said. "Casper, you mother fucker. What are you doing?" He continued scolding everyone that is not doing their tasks right.