Finding Jack Walten Novels & Stories

he replied and sat down on his chair. I bend down and picked every of the paper one after the other arranging them to their individual file, they were a lot of them, the ones containing the companies that were no longer functioning because Jack took over them and the ones that had a successful contract with him, both the rich and fast growing companies all had one contract with the Walkers company in one aspect or the other.

(Jack) “...Look, I will handle everything..don’t’ worry about Bang or Catherine now…I got no car, I goes alone with YOUR car..best believed that both Catherine and Bang will skin you alive..now..if you follow me…they wont do anything to you..beside…I am your boss…so could you hurry up a bit..we’re kinda in the open here…someone can see me..”. Jack is an ex-Navy seals, his records is quite impressive to say, but he is actually quite timid. Timid of power, he loved this job because the simplicity of it and the pay were hefty enough to make him a millionaire in just 2 years of working for me.

"The money is on here. The PIN is your birthday! You still don't know, do you? Joshua is rich, but he's a cripple!" I had been silent the whole time, but I immediately splashed my coffee on Jack's face when I heard the word 'cripple'. My voice was unprecedentedly cold. "Mr. Jenner, I told you that you have no right to criticize my fiancé. I hope this is our last meeting. Even if you die in the future, I don't want to be notified of your funeral." I got up to leave. Jack wanted to stop me but was wary of the bodyguards around us. He had investigated Joshua's background and knew about the Zachman family's influence. It seemed he was not truly determined to die.

Anna exclaimed. Jack cleared his throat, flashed a naughty smile, and replied, "Oh, it turns out you're an employee of the WEST corporation. Only now can your IT staff break through the barrier to find me? I thought that with the elite team of WEST group, it would only take two days or at most a week to find me. Looks like I overestimated your staff." "Jack, what are you talking about?" Lucy asked. Jack shook his head, smiling as if mocking the WEST staff. "Nothing. I just left a bit of my information to see if they could find me."

Maybe Whitney was one of the last people to speak to Irene. I retrieved Whitney’s card from my purse and crawled into bed with my laptop to do some research. Whitney Crewe bore no connection to the name on the business card—Madam Ella Crewe. Publicly, she was identified as Jack Barnes’ partner. The PPS founder was more well-known than she. Whitney lived with him in a very nice five-bedroom home in the middle of upper-class suburban Illinois. Jack owned a small yacht that he kept in Fort Lauderdale, and Whitney owned a condo in Aspen, Colorado.

Anyone would be envious of a life like that. Her words implied that Jenny had no excuse for being busy during the holidays every year. Yet, they never made the effort to come early and help out. Jenny's smile faltered. She glanced at Jack, who was both handsome and accomplished, then at her own daughter who was still engrossed with her phone. She remarked sarcastically, "You're right, Rena. Jack is doing well now. He started his own company in Elgerson and easily landed million-dollar contracts from Miranda. His capabilities will ensure a bright future.

Jack nodded and went to a nearby table. There sat Rachel, Jack's personal assistant. The elderly Mr. Saunders had groomed her since joining the company to be the billionaire's right hand man. It seemed to me that she probably had the most tears on her face of everyone at the wedding. Jack extended his hand to her and she accepted it.

We had to talk even if it meant me forcing him to talk. I got up and dressed up in Jake's large white plain t-shirt and my green shorts. I didn't even bother looking for my bra which was somewhere in his room shredded to bits. I breathed in deep and followed his scent to his study-I was getting pretty good with my werewolf senses. I didn't bother knocking his door, I just walked in and found him sitting behind his desk reading something on his laptop screen. I noticed he had also changed into some grey sweatpants and a black Johnny Cash t-shirt. "Budging into your Alpha's office is a punishable offence," he said plainly.

Henry Thomas could have his own restaurant. I dial his number. “Hank here.” He’s got an Australian accent, “Hi this is Wyatt Hendricks calling about the chef position at the St. Jacks estate in Connecticut. I was wondering if you’d like to come in for an interview.” He fumbles, “Yes. Yeah. Of course I’d love to. When do you want me there?” Looking at his resume, “Are you free this week at all?” He jumps, “I can head there now and make you lunch if you like.” Score! “That would be great.”

He winked at me, and I wondered what the hell he was doing? "Boys!" Charlotte yelled, glaring at her sons. "Stop arguing at this moment and start acting like men." "What's the fuss all about?" A new voice said, and all eyes turned toward the hallway. An older man walked in, dressed in a dark blue suit, and a smile on his lips. "James," Jack said, and the man chuckled. "Oh, that's Dad to you, Jack." With furrowed brows, I looked at Jack and realized that his life might not have been as great as I thought it was.