Gibson slouched in his office chair, fixating on the glow of the computer screen. A cascade of names scrolled before him, each one a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit his expectations.
These names belonged to a clandestine realm, individuals untraceable by any government agency he knew. His eyebrows knitted in a futile attempt to recall how he had acquired this classified intel from one of his top spies; a detail that eluded him like a slippery ghost.
He sighed, rubbing his temples, trying to make sense of the enigma unfolding before him. The data painted a web of connections with people he wasn't supposed to acknowledge. Secrets danced on the screen, teasing his curiosity, yet he couldn't recollect a single detail from the elusive spy's transmission. The only tangible remnants were the names flickering across the monitor.
The weight of the world rested on Gibson's shoulders, or at least that of a covert mission shrouded in intrigue. As he closed his eyes, a de
Gibson spent the entire day in a state of melancholy, reflecting on the downturn in his business. He grappled with the notion that today might be the catalyst for change, a realization that weighed heavily on him, especially given the additional shift he had reluctantly undertaken. His job, stationed at the counter, was a precarious balancing act, sustained solely by his determination to ensure no one departed without settling their dues.His boss's words lingered in his mind: "The only way out is by going into the store." It hinted at a bleak prospect of returning to school, an option seemingly distant, as the owner exhibited no inclination to reinstate his education. His experiences had taught him that such attempts rarely bore fruit. Yet, they had hired a new employee, a girl who brought a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, she could be the key to a much-needed raise. Gibson harbored anticipation of her appearance, praying she might show up tomorrow or even tonight. However, disapp
Gibson sat at his friends house staring at the beautiful surroundings even Jacob walked in.“Are you here for the business deal?” a voice asked him. Gibson jumped and turned around to see one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. He blushed a little before answering ‘yes’. “I am. What’s my price?”The woman smiled and started typing on her computer. “You get two hours with me. After that, we can talk about it again, or not if you prefer” Gibson nodded slowly. Two hours sounded like more than just an hour but he didn’t want to appear rude by saying no.“What time should I be there then?” he asked and was rewarded with another blinding smile from the beauty. The clock read 11.30 so Gibson would have plenty of time before meeting her in the studio.“Around 12.30pm” she answered and then turned back to her computers, typing away quickly. She seemed really invested
“If you ask me how my business is going, then you might ruin my day,” Gibson said to Cynthia , as they left the coffeehouse that he frequented for his regular lunch hour. “Because I am not going to tell you that. So don’t bother asking because it would just be a waste of your time.”She smiled at him as they walked across the street to her office. He was handsome in his late twenties, with short dark hair and a stubbly beard. There were small scars on his face. She’d never asked what had happened. The fact that he wasn’t married or with anyone who lived close by made up for some of that mystery she didn’t want to pry into. His eyes were light hazel, a pale blue color in spite of his dark complexion. They crinkled when he smiled at her, though, so it was hard to remember that there had been serious times in their lives. When she’d first met him, he hadn’t even smiled much. He’d come across as aloof, almost rude, which suited her just fine. Nowadays, she could tell how much he loved h
“I know and I am certain plans may not go the way we want, but Gibson has a plan,” I told the man pacing back and forth in front of his desk as he chewed on what looked like a toothpick. His hair was long and black and fell just below his eyes in an almost bedraggled fashion that matched the stubble that lined his jaw. His dark eyes darted about constantly as though looking for danger or hiding places. I could see the faintest glimmer of gold glinting around him – the only sign of wealth within our tiny office. “It will work out,” I assured him again, for the third time this morning. “We’ve been working towards this since before you were born. We are close to finally reaching it now” He stared at me, a strange look passing through his eyes that was not fear but rather something akin to pride, something that made my insides squirm uncomfortably. For all his years in business it was easy to forget sometimes how young he really was, how o
When Gibson finished eating, he turned to his body guard and said, "Let's do this." His tone was confident, sure of himself in a way that only comes with confidence, an edge of danger, even though there are no enemies around for him to be concerned about. "We'll have to take the stairs. We don't want to make it obvious what we're doing.""You mean we can't just use the elevator?"The bodyguard, Sam, asked, incredulous. Gibson smiled in response to Sam's skepticism. He looked over at the security team who stood off to one side, watching them. They were all dressed for stealthiness, but their posture suggested that they'd probably rather be anywhere else than where they had to be now. "No, the lift has security cameras," he explained. It wasn't really the elevator that he was referring to. Not by a long shot. But Sam wouldn't understand, which was why Gibson kept talking. "It would look suspicious if we walked out of the elevator and took the stairs."He didn't know how long he could keep
“if you say that next time, you might get what you deserve.” Gibson said flatly, his expression completely unreadable from the inside out. His eyes were hard to read at all, which is saying a lot since they were normally one of those things that people couldn't read in the first place. He had on a white button down shirt under a navy blue blazer that went over it with black slacks and he looked perfectly put together for once. That was rare. Not that anyone else noticed this about him though - nobody ever did except for her. She thought it best to stay quiet after that comment anyway.It was the first day of classes for the new student students and most of them already knew that Gibson would be the only instructor who showed up early. As usual, Gibson himself was not going into class because he was still recovering from surgery several months ago, and so the other instructors were not present yet either. It took quite a bit of convincing (and she wasn't
“If this was the case, then Gibson isn’t the one to be scared about,” said Ryan quietly. ‘He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and knows how to handle himself, especially considering that he came out of hiding in a small town when it had never been more than a couple hundred miles from New York City. He’d have a lot going for him.’ A smile touched his lips at the thought.Gibson looked down the hall at him, and the corner of his mouth quirked upward for an instant before dropping into place. His eyes shifted away again almost as quickly, but Ryan caught the expression in them. It wasn’t a grin – it was a little sad, almost wistful. It didn’t look natural on him. ‘It must not be a day that comes every day,’ Ryan thought, trying to push aside a pang of pity. This guy had lost everything, including friends, family… even a woman who he had probably loved passionately, until it became clear there
If only Gibson did his business well enough to earn the money for his next flight back home. But no, he couldn’t do anything right. He was an idiot and a failure.It had started two days ago when he realized he didn’t have the cash to pay the fare. He’d spent all of it on plane tickets and hotel bills, so now he would have nothing. And that meant one thing: he would have to go back to work without earning any kind of income at the moment. That was the first day he’s been unemployed in years.He hated it already, but then he thought that if he got off this train, he might be able to find something he could do with his life. It wasn’t like he wanted to do the work; he just loved to see people who worked hard, doing hard things, making big money. Maybe that was how he’d end up making his fortune.But there was no way he was going back to being that kid working on his uncle’s farm anymore. Not after everything he’s seen happ