Will Graham Novels & Stories

I swallow hard and open my mouth again, then close it when I realize I don’t know what to say. “I’m going to go get a drink,” Joel mutters, standing back up. He walks off, leaving Graham and I alone. “I should be getting back to my work thing,” I say, feeling awkward. “You probably should,” he agrees, his dark eyes twinkling. “It was nice running into you, Gina. I hope we can do it again soon.” As much as I hate to admit it, I hope so too. Graham

Isla pouted. “You can’t, Mrs Khan. Take care of your husband instead,” Graham said. As if on cue, Gareth walked toward them. “Graham, we’re glad to have you here.” “It’s a pleasure to attend the renewal of vows of our beloved couple,” Graham replied. “You flatter me,” Gareth chuckled dryly. “I’m really happy for the both of you. I see how well you’re running the business. Allow me to congratulate you on the success of Blue Empire,” Graham said proudly.

But before she could breathe, a familiar voice came behind them. “Mr. Graham. Lucia.” Lucia turned. Grandfather Graham stood by one of the center tables. Black three-piece suit, silver pocket square, the sharpest frown barely hidden beneath polite disapproval. His voice was even, but his eyes… they were thunderclouds. “You’ve certainly stirred the press this time,” he said. Ryan kept his tone smooth. “We’ll handle it.” Lucia nodded once. “Good evening, sir.” He barely nodded back. “I expect nothing less than absolute clarity tonight.”