Aries Jones Novels & Stories

ARCHIE JONES "You!" Tony pointed at me widening his eyes. "Aren't you Mr. Jones, What are you doing here?" He asked me again "Mr. Jones?" Regina asked as she turned to look at me. "Yes, The president of A&J multinational enterprise" Tony explained to her as she looked at me with Scrutiny. I also didn't expect that I would change, because I was completely taken unawares. Last night I found a place in the sofa and decided to sleep for the night and I woke up because I was feeling uncomfortable and I felt like my bones were sore because of inconveniences.

It was a ghost that could still tear them apart. Clarkson’s phone buzzed again. Another message, this time from an unknown number. A link to a gossip blog. The headline was brutal: > Roberts’ Rivalry: Is the New Flame a Corporate Spy? > Sources say architect Jonah Jones was hired not for his talent, but for his access. His intimate ties to the CEO are now under scrutiny.

His assistant whom I recognize from previous encounters, stood beside his chair the same way other assistants stood beside their bosses in the hall. I pushed down the small sting I felt, smoothening my expression into finesse. Of course he wasn’t here. Not that I expected anything more from him. “Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for attending this meeting on such short notice,” I started. “I’ll keep this brief. I’m sure everyone’s got the reason for today’s meeting.” I got head nods of agreement, encouraging me to keep going. “Jones Enterprise plans on expanding its horizons further by dabbling into markets that are hungry for what we can offer. And I have secured the perfect partner to he

“Really?” Tiffany and heather look back forth at each other and then look at me and nod their heads simultaneously, and when I walk over to Josie, she has her head down resting on her knees that are pulled to her chest. I crouch down and gently place my hand on her should get her attention, but she refuses to look up at me. “Josie?” “They’re lying.” I draw back for a split second because I almost didn’t hear what she said with her head down the way it is.

there was a cheerful-looking Jasson on the screen. "Hey, Dr. Jones." Jasson waved at Ivy through the screen. Ivy twitched the corner of her mouth and couldn't help but sneak a glance at Shawn. The usually serious and non-smiling man, how did he become such good friends with the lively lawyer? "Lawyer Brown, I truly appreciate you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend our work meeting..." Director Malcom and Dr. Ticko wore obsequious expressions. Jasson clicked his tongue. "Enough, enough, just one thing today. If you dare to fire Dr. Jones, not only will DT Investment's cooperation be ruined, but all cooperation in City A will be in jeopardy. Do as you see fit!"

I ask the maid and she nods. “Yes, sir.” She replies politely. “Okay, okay. Let him in.” I tell her and she nods again. She curtsies as she excuses herself. I didn’t even know that Jen had a lover, and the fact that she chose to become intimate emotionally with the greatest playboy of America seems comical, but yet sad. I place the remains of the apple I was eating done on the coffee table as I stand to my feet. Soon, I see Robert Jones walking in. The last time I saw him was when he came to London for a business meeting. He has a few shares in my company, and I have a few in his.

“Yes?” I scratched the back of my head, a little hesitant. “Actually, I’m sorry to bother you, but about that man, who was he? You called him the Director. Is he really the director of the hospital?” The nurse blinked, then smiled. “Yes, he is. That was Mr. Ryan Jones.” “Jones,” I repeated, crossing my arms. The name tugged at something in my memory. Ryan Jones… where have I heard that before? As if reading my expression, the nurse added, “The Jones family is the second richest family in the country, right after the Reeds of course. Mr. Ryan Jones is their eldest son, and the heir.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” I blink. Once. Twice. Jim Jones is still there. He’s staring back at me, and good Lord, that man looks fine as hell in that navy blue suit. His dark hair is a little messy, and the scruff on his face enhances the strong, masculine features. I’m instantly turned on. And equally annoyed. What the hell is he doing here? “Alyson? Is everything all right?” Jacob follows my line of sight out the glass door. “What’s wrong?”

Therefore, he held the entire portion of his shares, and it gave him a voice and power within the Jones Family. "Is this truly the 9th Old Master, Alban Jones, who is still single even though he's 40 years old?!" Jessica asked in astonishment. She stared at the picture for the longest time, and her gaze was shining with admiration. I didn't expect the 9th Old Master to look so handsome.

Jones could not help but feel somewhat curious. He raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner and asked, “Aiden, who is this? You haven’t introduced us.” Caught off-guard, Aiden replied, “This is my friend, Amy.” At the mention of her name, Amy smiled and calmly said, “Hello, Mr. Jones. I’m Amy.” She was poised and confident. It did not seem like she was intimidated by the setting at all. Mr. Jones glanced at her approvingly and smiled warmly. “It’s very nice to meet you, Amy.”