Voss Novels & Stories

Their recent merger with the Moreau family had made headlines for weeks. If this tip was legitimate... Marcus typed "Elias Voss" into a search window. Not a celebrity, just professional mentions. Architectural awards. A recent move to Chicago. An architect with no obvious connection to Adrian Lancaster or the family business. Digging deeper, Marcus discovered Voss had returned to the city three days ago, a brief mention in an industry newsletter about consulting on a downtown project. The timing matched the anonymous tip. "Going somewhere?" Sarah Chen, the news editor, paused by his desk as he grabbed his jacket.

“Let him in.” Mr. Voss wasn’t someone you kept waiting. He was the CEO of Voss Enterprises—smart, confident, and one of the few businessmen I actually respected. We had signed a major partnership deal months ago, one that could push Carter Corp’s fashion line into a whole new league. But after the accident and all the chaos that followed, things got delayed. Now, he was here, and I had a feeling this meeting wasn’t just for small talk. The door opened, and there he was—tall, silver-haired, wearing a deep blue suit that probably cost more than some people’s cars. He carried himself like a man who’d seen it all and wasn’t easily i

Then softer, "Do you know how much I've missed you?" He pressed me into the corner until our skin touched. The driver, bless him, slid the partition up on cue. The car felt tiny. His arms tightened around my waist, shaking. "Can I kiss you?" That voice—once ice—cracked with need. Almost pathetic. Almost sweet. "Marco." I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him hard. He went rigid, then melted against me like a dam breaking. He clung, greedy for every breath. Of course my phone chose that second to ring.

“And you think you’ll be able to get that if you work for me?” “Yes! I know you have investigated me, and you must already know of my relationship with Zane Voss, the proud and infamous CEO of Voss Conglomerate in Summervale City. Every one of the greatest successes recorded in his company was thanks to my hard work and diligence. Yet he tossed me aside and won’t pay for my brother’s dire kidney surgery.

''Voss thought Maui started to walk in front of Voss to get some Separation, but they kept following one other both of them was going to the same place. Maui stops in front of Voss. ''You're not going to the same place as me? ''Maui said, ''I don't know where are you going? ''Voss said, Maui didn't want to tell him ''How about this? We say where we are going at the same time; that way, it fair. ''Voss said, Maui agree, and on the count of 3, they both said''Koto office'' it became quiet, and Voss starte

I was right to guess she would refuse my offer. "I don't need your validation to be special Mr. Sica and the name is Alva." She said. I could still catch that fire in her eyes. It felt like she was playing nice even if all she wanted was to destroy me. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel just staring into the flickering orbs of cognac.

"Voss's cleanup crew." They took the SUV and drove themselves, heading back toward the city but avoiding main routes. Lila's hands shook on the wheel at first, then steadied. Marcus plugged one of the burners into the laptop in the back seat, working through the files while she drove. "Voss has a plane leaving from a private airfield at dawn," he said after ten minutes. "Everything funnels through there. Money, records, the real leverage." Lila nodded. "We end it tonight."

"Voss moves without full resupply or he waits and loses momentum." "He moves," Raze said. "He's already committed too much to wait. And a man like Voss doesn't absorb being cut loose by sitting in a field four miles out." He looked at the north approach marker. "He comes in angry, which means he comes in less clean than he would have otherwise." "Angry and under-supplied." "Yes." I looked at the map.

"I am buying the fourth floor. The structural lease, the equipment, the staff payroll for the six months. I will wire fifty million to your account in Geneva before the clock hits one. In exchange this floor is no longer property. It belongs to me." The voice at the end went silent for a moment. "Mr.cruz... That requires a board meeting. The bylaws" "The bylaws don't matter when your bank account is empty Marcus " Dante said. "Do we have a deal? Do I call the credit boards and close your doors by morning?" "...The paperwork will take time, " Vance whispered. ". Yes. Yes Dante. If the wire clears the floor is yours. What do you want me to do?" "Tell your night chief that my word is law until