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
When Gibson got home, he couldn’t find his house keys anywhere and a quick look in the kitchen revealed that it had all but been gutted like an old woman for firewood. He wondered idly how much it was worth to have someone come over, clean it up and then go to work on his apartment before they left – or even if he could call anyone now without looking crazy as well as guilty.He found them on top of the fridge where he’d left them when leaving work at two in the morning last night, which seemed like only yesterday. The clock read ten past six, and although he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the previous night he felt more rested than he had in some time. Not enough sleep and not enough energy, maybe, but he could feel his headache getting better already. He knew that it would come back tomorrow after he ate something and slept some more.For dinner, though, he decided to just microwave leftover chicken nuggets and salad from one of the boxes that
Days went by and Gibson was wondering what went wrong with his business partner’s family.His wife had just given birth to her first child, who was now four years old, while he was working on an important project for their clients. She wasn’t going to be able to leave work soon as she had to help take care of two small children. And since they were in a hotel, it would probably be at least another week before they could get back to their home. Which meant he needed to go out there and find something to make that little girl smile again. Something that would make him feel more confident than he felt right now. He had no idea where to start finding things for a baby. They should have come with the package or at least have been sent already. There hadn’t even been a mention about it yet in the paper…He sighed tiredly and rubbed his forehead. “Why me?” he asked out loud without meaning to. “This is really not what I need right now!&r
Gibson sat beside his mother who came to drive him back from work. She was waiting for her husband when they got home from a long case which had taken up most of the afternoon. He’d finished at three and would be taking a nap. The day was hot but sunny, and he was glad that he didn’t have to stay in uniform. His dark brown suit and tie had seen better days, but he liked it well enough because it gave him a nice look, unlike other officers whose uniform made them feel like they were going to go postal. He felt relaxed as he sat in his truck with the AC blasting full blast. It was almost too hot out. Not that anything bad could happen to him, he knew there were a lot of things worse than being a policeman. In fact, the more dangerous jobs tended to fall into the hands of the very few people capable of doing the job right. They couldn’t afford someone else. That’s how it worked.His father worked undercover with some pretty scary looking characters. But that wasn’t unusual. People did
‘If I had been faster maybe he would still be alive’“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me that he’s part of this?” she asked angrily.He could feel his throat tightening again. He hadn't realised how badly he needed to talk to someone but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Abby the truth. The more he talked about what had happened the more convinced he became that he should tell her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how painful and difficult it might be. And besides, it would probably help her work things out. It would probably help everyone if Abby knew the whole story. He sighed deeply, knowing it was going to hurt her but hoping she'd listen anyway."I didn't want to scare you" he admitted softly.She shook her head violently, getting angry
“Hi Gibbs! Have you seen Joseph? I've tried to get hold of him but he is ignoring my call!” She exclaimed, hurrying toward him.Jacob simply rolled his eyes. “Noticed. He has been acting strangely lately.” He replied, staring at his cellphone.Abby shrugged slightly. “Maybe he got a call and forgot to reply?” She suggested, wondering why the younger agent hadn't answered her message, although that couldn't have been it. They were both supposed to meet up together today and he clearly had no idea.“That doesn't seem like it. He said something about meeting me here at seven and yet he didn’t show up until nearly six thirty and we left the FBI Building at five forty five” he explained.Abby thought about what Jacob had said and made a mental note to ask Tim a
Gibson left his office very early that night and decided to go out to dinner with a friend. It was something he always did when the day started to drag on and it was still relatively new for him. He wasn't used to working long hours and so he enjoyed being able to go out without any work in tow. Plus, his friend could be a bit of an eccentric and they had never gotten along too well but they also understood each other. And since his best friend was a journalist and his own editor, their friendship worked like a magnet.He went to his usual restaurant and picked a spot near the window because it looked out over a small garden. There were few people milling around outside and most lights inside were off. This made it easy for him to sit with his back against the wall and enjoy his meal before heading home. As he ate he saw two young ladies approach one another and start talking animatedly while giggling about whatever. He smiled to himself as he continued chewing, watching them with amu
Gibson's voice echoed through the office as he stared at his mother, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face. Colleagues turned to see what the commotion was about, creating an awkward silence. His mother, wearing a hesitant smile, approached him, breaking the tension in the air. "Surprise, dear. I thought I'd drop by and see where you spend your days," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Gibson, still processing the unexpected encounter, struggled to find words in the midst of the curious gazes around him.Gibson, still grappling with the shock, managed to stammer out a response, "I... What are you doing here, Mom? I didn't expect you to visit my workplace."His mother, a middle-aged woman with a warm demeanor, chuckled nervously. "Well, I wanted to surprise you, dear. Your father and I thought it would be nice to see where our hardworking son spends most of his time."Gibson's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the situation. He never imagined his mother would appear unannou
Gibson couldn’t feel his arms again as he had over used them at the his workplace earlier that day. He had tried to carry a huge amount of paperwork for his boss’s office when he had gotten home, but it had been too much, and had dropped everything. The paper had made little to no dent in his overall mass, so he’d put on a shirt to protect it from the cold of the night. When it started to rain while he was on his way back to the office, however, he had lost all hope of getting the papers back to his boss before the storm began. So here he was again. He sighed and walked around the corner of an apartment building with no door visible, trying to get some cover from the rain by leaning against one of its walls. It seemed like the right decision, however, as he could see that the entrance to the apartment building was only five feet away, so it was just about possible for him to get inside without the water being wet through. He pushed off from the wall and started walking towards the ent
“I want to speak to Gibson,” the light skinned lady said sternly as she entered the office, her voice low and dangerous. It was not a question, it was an order, and the man at the desk knew better than to disobey it. He quickly picked up his phone and dialed Gibson’s number. The woman waited impatiently as he tried to connect the two calls, and when that failed, she turned to face him expectantly. Her face was hard and determined and made her eyes look darker than they normally would. She had dark circles under her eyes that made them seem bruised. Her lips were pressed tightly together, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked like someone who was about to get her way, which was probably true. She stood there looking intimidating until Gibson answered his cell, “Yes? Is everything alright?” His voice sounded worried and confused, and the woman felt a pang of guilt for scaring him with what she had been going to say earlier. “Hi Gibson, it’s me. I just... need a little help to
Gibson read through the book he found on his office desk and grimaced at it. There was no reason to be upset about it, really, but he couldn’t help himself - he had been doing so well with this one! He had made a decent dent in his stack of files, he even had written half of what he needed for the article, which meant that he had to do something else soon! It wasn’t like him to let things drag out like this, but after last night - well, if there was anything that could get the better of him, it was stress, and stress sucked. He should have known better than to get distracted by that guy’s phone number, though! He didn’t deserve the chance, not when Gibson was just beginning to work his way up. But it was all gone now. He had forgotten the date, and he could barely remember any details from before he went home last night, and the only time he had remembered them was during the day. And then, well, then there were all those people who were still in his head - the ones who kept talking
Gibson was forced to sing along at his business tea party. The woman he was with was a big fan and the song seemed appropriate enough that she started humming it loudly as they talked about her latest book. He couldn’t help but be envious of this person, this girl who knew so many interesting things and had such an exciting life, yet he was stuck here in the boring office of a company that made no money. He wasn’t complaining though - the pay sucked ass and being alone in the room with his boss all day was probably worse - but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. The woman continued to hum and sing, which annoyed him even more, and eventually she looked up and smiled when she realized what she was doing. “Oh, sorry! I keep singing! I do this sometimes to help myself think. I have trouble not singing if I can't talk to someone. It helps my brain to get away from reality.” She paused for a second, seemingly lost in thought before she shook herself out of it. “Sorry you have to list