Finding Jack Walten Novels & Stories

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.”

WRITER'S POV Vera thought she had seen everything Jack owned. She had looked him up online, researched his net worth, and even seen his private jet worth millions. But she hadn’t expected the sight that now made her jaw drop, two magnificent, expensive yachts docked side by side. Her wide eyes flew to Jack's face when he confirmed her thoughts. "They’re mine," he said casually, then added with a grin, "Brand new. And I want you to be the first to enter them."

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.

I said, trying to sound professional. The man looked shocked. After a moment, a smile spread across his face. "If it's private, may I ask what you are doing here Miss... Miss..." He paused a moment, waiting for me to introduce myself. "Walton. Anna Walton. I’m here training to be Mr. Weston's new caretaker. Now, could you please tell me what you are doing here Mister..." He laughed. "Weston! Jack Weston. Wow! I had no idea that old fart would ever hire such a lovely young woman to care for me."

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.

I've been playing with his other businesses, but with this information that I have now, it's time to go big. Such a timely gift from Jack. Just when I had plans to pay him a visit and talk about the fact that he threatened my woman. My visit could be a diversion while Reagan and my men do the work of setting him up and tipping the feds. “That's huge Intel. I'll add something to your account. You're doing well. I have to say, you have really improved.” “Thank you, “ he smiles. “Anything else you're forgetting? Do you have anything about Janelle’s big plan.” I probe.

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'

Before meeting Richard, Jack considered these rumors as products of greedy journalists who only wanted to climb the social ladder by fawning over the rich. Although Richard's identity was a secret he had tried so hard to keep from the members of this group, Jack managed to investigate his background and was shocked to discover that the ruthless and powerful Mr.Wilson whom the society respected and feared, was a member of the brotherhood but he dared not reveal this to others as he knew Richard would not spare him if he did. With a man as smart as Richard in the group, it would be a huge joke to assume that the cops would outwit them.

His eyes were cold, observant, and piercing, sweeping across the hall with quiet authority. “Jack Collins?” voices rose in unison from different corners of the hall, disbelief thick in the air. Whispers followed immediately, overlapping each other in a restless wave. “That’s Jack Collins.” “He’s really here?” “He’s one of the top elites in New York, on par with William Austin.” A woman leaned toward her companion, lowering her voice but failing to hide her excitement. “He recently partnered with Hurst Corp. His influence has doubled this year alone. What would someone like him be doing here?”

"Oh, and just so you know, I'd like to introduce you to Jack Will. He's a private journalist based in Spain. Father employed him for a different scheme, which we will go into in more detail later." "Hello, Mr. Delatorre. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been hearing a lot about you," Don is greeted by Jack, who gives him a slight smile before turning his focus to Silas. Don acknowledges the kindness expressed to him by extending his hand for a handshake. In addition, Jack did it.