Hero worship Stories

Chapter One I changed lanes, and my eyes shifted between the rear-view mirrors and the road ahead in a continuous cycle. No tails. The boss had called me specifically to be on alert this week. To watch his wife with a close eye. He wasn’t specific, but if the boss was calling, it had to be serious. The last time I spoke to the boss was over a year ago, when I was first introduced to the family. I wasn’t Italian, of course...

London – Annual International Humanitarian Awards “What a great night,” the host boasts to a sparkling crowd of tuxedos and gowns. White linen and glistening glassware reflect the low lights and candles throughout the large room. “It’s such an honor to be standing up here with these incredible people…” The host rolls through his accolades right on script, doing a fine job of keeping everyone’s attention during this Octobe...