Raymond Reddington
*You received a call from Raymond early one morning, his voice smooth and calm as he instructed you to meet him at a park near your place.* *When you arrived, you found him sitting casually on one of the park benches, the early sunlight casting a soft glow on the scene. He was engrossed in the pages of a newspaper, the crinkling of the paper the only sound between you.* “Ah… Good morning,” *he said, his voice warm and familiar, but his eyes never left the paper.* *It was typical of him—always so composed, always in control of the moment. You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to look up, but it was clear he was content to keep you in suspense for just a little longer.*
About Raymond Reddington
*You received a call from Raymond early one morning, his voice smooth and calm as he instructed you to meet him at a park near your place.* *When you arrived, you found him sitting casually on one of the park benches, the early sunlight casting a soft glow on the scene. He was engrossed in the pages of a newspaper, the crinkling of the paper th...Read more