Will Graham Novels & Stories

" My eyes narrowed, my chest tight. Sure enough, it was Mr… Graham. The nerve of him to show his face here, on my turf, uninvited. It is personal now - even more than business. He played games, just like his daughter and husband had. "Is he still in there?" I asked, walking toward the lobby with Allyson trailing behind. "Yes, he's waiting in the lounge. I..." I think you should talk to him," Allyson told me in a hesitant tone. Her speech barely made sense to me for the moment I stepped inside the lobby. Mr Graham was sitting there in one of the plush chairs, older and distinguished, having that cool yet calculating look which matched the rest of his family. The moment I stepped into the room

Graham had just loosened the cast on his neck but his arm still had a bigger one laced on it, the doctor had told him that he was fortunate enough to have trained his muscles in the past, if he hadn’t, amputation would have been the only option left. If only he knew Graham was a deadly underworld warrior! “Mum, do…I mean do I….never mind.” Maya said feeling embarrassed. Helena laughed, her voice carried the bliss that Graham hadn’t heard in a long time since his wife had always suspected him of infidelity which he was guilty of. “Maya darling, I know what you want to say, just so you know, everything looks good on you, even a sack of potatoes will.” They all busted out laughing.

“Yes sir, I will” “Also, get ready you’ll be handling Tyler Graham’s interviews” he said gently tucking his hands into his pockets. My colleagues broke out in gasps immediately when he mentioned Tyler Graham. Tyler Graham was a football player and he was the nation's sweetheart, he was the highest paid footballer, had a lot of fans and was quite popular among ladies. “The rest of you would be allocated appropriate jobs also as soon as possible” he concluded and with that he walked out.

Graham started a new chat while waiting for the food to arrive. James is the name of Helena's grandfather, while Steve is the name of Aaron's grandfather. Both were old players in the business world. So, their names were familiar to people like Mr. Graham. "Very healthy," Aaron answered confidently. "They often exercise together." "What kind of exercise?"

"Well, would you settle for a man who shows up at a bed-and-breakfast you don't own when you're twenty-six? He doesn't have a Scottish accent, but he does have a fake can of shaving cream." Cammie turns me around to face the door at the employee break room as Graham walks by. I laugh, one of those stupid cheerleaders laughs that fell out of favor senior year of high school. It's a nervous habit and one that quite frankly should not be held against me. "Are you ready?" Graham asks, holding his hand out.

she should never have been born, so a sum of money that would be enough for her to spend for the rest of her life would be sufficient. Their conversation came to an end. Graham stood up, but before leaving, he warned, "Don't even think about touching Jenny, or I won't hold back against you." He was no longer the same Graham from all those years ago. Even if he faced the Glass family, he would not necessarily be at a disadvantage. Over the years, the Walter family had become increasingly powerful under his leadership, while the Glass family had started to decline. Those who opposed him in the Walter family had all been taken care of, so the family was completely under his control now.

Graham "He's never signed his name before," Rhoswen said quietly. "Every message before this has come from an unknown number, unsigned, careful. This one has his name right there. Like he's stopped hiding." "That's not a good sign." "No." She set the phone down, and I watched her face shift into the particular calm she wore right before she did something reckless, a calm I'd learned to be afraid of over the last four months. "It means he thinks the game's almost over. And people like Graham only stop hiding when they think they've already won.”

Mel sneers as she glares at Graham, who pulls a disgusted face as an answer. “He’s an asshole,” Graham growls. “Oh, I just talked to Damion … he’s on his way back. Says Argentina was lovely.” Mel is relentless. Graham scowls, a vein beating fast in his neck. “He fell again,” he whispers. “But at least no one died this time because of his recklessness.” Mel pales. “He still won.” I don’t have a clue what’s going on. “Yeah, that’s all he cares about,” Graham hisses. “You better watch out, winning is his one true love.” Mel stays quiet, but her eyes are fierce blue flames.

I say and she nods before frowning. "You would probably want someone quieter than a Makskin now that I think about it... A warrior from Shikaz or Gaimo, maybe, or even Glortinon. They tend to be on the quieter side. I wish some Puelos were competing. You would like them as well," Liamee says and her pink cheeks darken.

Mr Graham left leaving Lawrence and me My eyes watched Mr Graham as he made his way to his car, "I am sorry I took so long. Mr Graham is quite busy and I needed someone's approval." Lawrence explained. My eyes were still on Mr Graham's car that just drove off. "You needed approval," I asked, confused. "Yes, I was in a meeting with Mr Romanov when I called and Mr Graham is the company lawyer," Lawrence explained, It felt like there was something he was hiding "Thank you for helping me, I don't know how I will ever repay this favour." I bowed my head to Lawrence to express my gratitude. It was the only thing I thought I could do. My actions placed him in an uncomfortable position.