Gary Sues Novels & Stories

"Where are we going? And how come you are taking the week off? No, how come I am taking the week off?" "Slow down." He shook his head in amusement as he leaned forward to mutter our destination in Shane's ear, before he turned back to me. His penetrating eyes still managed to take me off guard as they focused on me. How had I missed him so much when we had only been apart for a few hours? I questioned myself. "Someone is filing a lawsuit against my company," he suddenly said. "What? Who?" I questioned in alarm. "Sarah," he replied. "What?!" I stared at him with wide eyes at the bombshell he just dropped.

Jake's POV Derek struck back within forty-eight hours. Not with evidence. Not with defense. With attack. Lawsuit filed Monday morning. Against Sullivan Sports. Against me personally. Tortious interference with business relationships. Defamation. Conspiracy to harm. Derek claimed we deliberately sabotaged his business. Filed false reports. Destroyed his reputation out of jealousy. Seeking ten million dollars in damages. Our lawyer called immediately. "This is retaliation. Derek has no case. But defending it will cost you."

"This is a joke right?" "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?" He thunders, slamming his hand on the table and I gasp from the impact of the sound. "Why would I be sued? It doesn't make sense, who's suing me?" "Who else? Rogue Von Quaint." "What?!" There's a rise in my tone of voice as I ask, "what the fuck is he suing me for?" "Sexual harassment," he picks the disc on the table and brings it to my attention. "he's also got proof and demanding the one hundred and fifty million dollars as payment."

“Have a seat, Emma.” I sat. He studied me for a long moment, then exhaled sharply, “I’ll get straight to the point, Sam Newman has pulled out of the business deal.” I stiffened. What? “And not only that,” Mr. Carter continued, his gaze sharpening, “he’s suing us for negligence. A big lawsuit Emma.” My blood ran cold. This was Sam’s doing. I should have known. He had warned me that I would pay for what happened. And now, he was doing exactly that, by destroying my career.

Gabriel sat behind his desk, dressed in a dark suit, his expression serious. He straightened up immediately, gesturing for me to take a seat. I sat down slowly, my mind still racing. Gabriel started to speak, likely ready to share his plans, but I cut him off. “Maxwell is planning to sue me,” I blurted out, my voice barely controlled. “And it's not just a minor case. They're challenging my competence, my right to the estate. everything.” He leaned back, absorbing my words, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the desk.

“Do you know how fast Hannah’s people moved? Do you know how many statements I have in my inbox threatening lawsuits? They’re calling this a smear campaign, and you handed them the proof.” “It’s not a smear if it’s true.” “You have no proof it’s true,” he fires back. “And now every advertiser we have is pulling out because they think we attacked a grieving woman. You’re done, Sydney. We can’t be tied to this.” “You’re firing me?” My voice comes out shrill, too loud. “You should be glad we’re not suing you for falsifying records. Clean out your contacts and get off our servers. This is over.” The line clicks dead.

I am also confused about what he is doing. "Why, what's happening?--" She cut my words. "The agency-- filed a fucking lawsuit!" He exclaimed. "They should have said that it is not possible to endorse Mr. Famiego and guess what?! They fucking added the years without informing us!" "The years? What years, Hance?" My hands were trembling because of the news he said, I did not know what to do. I don't want to go to jail! Who the hell wants to be there?! I saw Jun come out of the room, he was still scratching his eyes. Newly awake. He smiled at me and hugged me.

She's worried of them if they get kick out. " I won't let it happen. This is not right, Mr. Sai. You're doing business illegally. " Mr. Sai raised his eyebrow and laugh sarcastically without knowing that there is someone who is ready to attack him anytime. " What? You're planning to sue me? Go on, I won't stop you. But what evidence can you show them? “ He asked sarcastically. Just because she's an ordinary and poor person that doesn't mean that he will just let her feel so down and powerless.

"How many employees?" "Seventeen so far. More may file." Eric closed his eyes. "What are they suing for?" "Lost wages. Emotional distress. Damages. Each suit is asking for between two and five million dollars." "I do not have two million dollars! I do not have anything!" "I know. But they can still sue you. And there is more." "More?" "Some of the investors who lost money in TechCorp are also filing personal lawsuits against you. They are claiming you misrepresented the company's financial health. That you lied to get them to invest."

But it doesn't feel like winning yet. It feels like standing in the wreckage of a battle, exhausted and bloodied, unable to quite believe it's over. That evening, all seven of us—me, Jennifer, Priya, and the four others—have a video call. We're all crying. Laughing. Disbelieving. "He's gone," Jennifer keeps saying. "He's actually gone." "What happens now?" one of the women asks. "With the lawsuits? With his retaliation?" "Now we wait," Christine says. She's joined the call to give us updates. "His lawsuit against Elena will likely be dismissed as retaliation. His defamation suit against the Globe has no merit. And we're filing our class action suit against his company next week."