Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

The next day, Wilbur was in a beginner's stage after one night of cultivation. Meanwhile, in a huge office of Greensource Corp's headquarters, sunlight shone on the clean office desk. Damon sat there with a lit cigar. He smoked as he asked, "Jeckle, did you know that Mondorra is dead." Jeckle, who sat across from Damon, nodded and replied, "Yeah, I know. I will send someone to deal with the Dasha guy."

Something reliable. I got up, washed, and dressed. A light loose wear that would enable me to get around freely, I did not want any aggro today. I came down, going through by the living room, when I saw that the television was on. The TV was on, with blinding headlines about me. I felt my gut drop. I went in a little more and read: "It's been confirmed that Darla had an affair with Jace, according to a co-cast member during the Sinclair Project dinner."

Then I turned my phone off and slipped it into the drawer. When I looked up, Darren was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Just clearing out old ghosts.” He didn’t ask for details. He just crossed the room, pulled me into his arms, and held me. I let him. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was bracing for impact. I felt… grounded. Held. Real. The flight to New Mexico was smooth. Darren had a private jet — of course — and Alex came with us. I watched from my seat as Darren pored over reports, maps, engineering diagrams. He wasn’t just rich. He was involved. Sharp. He knew his business.

"It's not me. The game won't let you." A man stepped out of the control room. Nolan froze. "You're the original design director—Corin Marsh!" Corin gave a short laugh. "Didn't think you'd remember."

There were also some distant relatives, but they were not important. Inside the president's office. Dawson sat in his chair, swiftly spinning a pen with his left hand. A male assistant reported in a low voice, "We neglected it at first, but after you reminded us, we checked it again. The driver who hit your car at that time was Jack Schroeder. Neither he, his wife, nor his parents showed any unusual transactions in their accounts. But we missed other connections." "Jack was often away from home due to his long-haul trucking job. His wife had been cheating on him for a long time."

Instead, he moved to the television, fumbling with the remote until the screen blinked to life. An anchor stood on the screen, large glaring captions displayed that made my blood turn cold. ‘RYKER DAVIDSON, BILLIONAIRE BULLY?’ "Breaking news. A new complaint regarding Davidson has just surfaced," the news anchor said, "This one however, is a statement from none other than Mr. James Robinson, one of the shareholders of Falloway Cooperation. He is a man well-known for his charitable work, including funding orphanages and multiple community initiatives. He came to the news station to testify that during his rest period, Mr Ryker Davidson had allegedly harassed and insulted him. We now take you

Imogen retreated to her room and locked the door. Without hesitation, she booted up her computer and started searching the internet for "Jasper Morrison". The results flooded in with numerous headlines, though most were disappointingly uninformative. Yet, one title caught her attention. With a swift click, she plunged into the article and absorbed its content eagerly. After reading the information, she was completely taken aback. It turned out that the CEO of Star Enterprise went by the name Jasper Morrison. Strangely, there was hardly any online coverage of the company's CEO, not even a single photograph.

I say, grabbing an apple on my way to my room to call Speedy and share the news. "So, you're going to have access to Mr. Jim Darby's house?" Speedy says in awe. Jim is a legend at Scotts High. He was the star quarterback in the late 90s and early 2000s, and he went on to have a successful career in the NFL before retiring and becoming a sportscaster. "Calm down. Yes, I get to live with Jim and have some fun teasing the water girl while I'm at it," I say, rubbing my hands together.

Something buried. My mind drifted backward, years ago now. School fundraisers. Political dinners. Charity auctions at the governor's estate. I remember a little girl clinging to her mother's skirt. Silent. Watching. Unsmiling. Could that have been her? God. What was her mother's name? I shook the thought away, irritated. I didn't like ghosts. I didn't believe in them. The past stayed in the past, where it belonged. And yet. I reached for my phone, tapping through old notes from HR. Jana had applied once before, years ago. Rejected. That was before I overhauled our vetting process. Back when we were still scrambling after the scandal. Her name hadn't come up again until now.

I cleaned the house and prepared spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Dexter is a big meat lover. Eloise loves meat too but not as much as Dexter. I washed them clean after dinner and tucked them to bed. I decided to surf the internet for a while before going to bed. I was scrolling through celebrity gossip blogs when I came across an article about Eduardo and Selena. The head line read, "POPULAR BILLIONAIRE EDUARDO GARCIA SPOTTED AT THE POOL PARTY OF DANNY ZANE, PRESIDENT OF DAN JEWELS"