Troy Vandegraff Novels & Stories

It was frustrating because I'm not an open person. "I got you!" I gave him a pat on the shoulder. We were practically the same height although he was slight two inches taller being at 6'4. "Hi, welcome to Tiffany's and co. Need any help. We have the new engagement collection and-" Jeremy politely cut her off as he explained. "Oh no thanks, I'm just here to collect an order we made a few weeks back. I received a text that it was all done!"

“He seems to have so much resources too.” “Troy had a modest family inheritance, yes,” Beck muttered. “But faking a death, getting the gala tickets to be able to attend, hiring orderlies, hiring escape drivers to wait at the warehouse district when he was bleeding out, evading the police, and setting up nationwide media campaigns? That takes a lot of money and an entire network of professional contacts. Troy was a socially awkward, insecure nerd back then. How does he have this kind of power now?”

“You had the opportunity and what did you do? You tried to blackmail her for money. Like the small-minded worm you are.” “I’m sorry!” Troy tried to curl into a ball, but his broken ribs made him cry out. “I don’t know how her rich boyfriend found out. I was careful, I swear!” “Careful?” I laughed. “You weren’t careful at all. You underestimated Gavin Cross. You thought because you had a video, you had power. But you don’t understand power, Troy. You never did.” “Give me one more chance,” he begged, actually crying now. “Please. I’ll get what you need. I’ll do exactly what you say. I’ll… ”