Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

Aside from the rapid beating of her heart, there was not anything else that she could hear. However, when she came to her senses, Darren had already left. Samantha got obsessed with finding out more about him and inquired about him everywhere. Finally, she found out that he was Darren Venzor, the chairman and the president of the Blue Jay Group. He was hospitalized at that time because his head was severely injured during a plane crash.

"So, as all of you know that I am the Chairman of this company...and Maddox is not here...I am here to take all the decision on his behalf." "As a Chairman, this is my right. Who agrees with me?" she asked in a confident tone. The people exchanged looks and they gossiped when the manager spoke, "But what about Mr Dasher, Ma'am?" "I hate to tell you that Mr Dasher and his family...is no more..." she faked a tear. "And this company was so dearest to him...he worked hard for it. Now that they all died in a car crash in Richmond...I will make his name alive..." she mocked a painful tone.

He stretched his hand for a handshake which I received firmly. "I'm Dexter Hemmingway." I said and he released my hand. "Are you here for Mr Liam Garcia?" He questioned, his countenance turning melancholic even though he tried to hide it which caused me to suspect that something had gone wrong. "Yes, I am. Is there any problem?" His expression was conflicted as if he was hiding something from me. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in an up-down pattern. "We lost him this morning." He announced and my knees turned into jelly.

Jackie, who usually gets things done quickly, stood there motionless. Darwin frowned displeased and looked up, “Didn’t you hear what I said?” "Mr. Solomon..." Jackie raised his head, his expression complicated. He looked at Darwin in disbelief. "Don't you know?" “Know what?” Darwin furrowed his eyebrows. Jackie's voice tightened, and his hand trembled slightly. "Secretary Woods' grandmother passed away at the end of April."

he was given a towel to wipe his tears before he cleared his throat and starter. "Today we've lost a great man. He took me in when my father rejected me, and as the only son of the family, I vow to take care of the museum and manage it better. I'm sure he would want the same. ." I felt like crushing Josh. He couldn't even at least hide the fact that he was only interested in the museum. Before I could react to him, the reporters had already moved their attention away from him to someone else. "Hold on, isn't that Damon Huxley? The CEO of GED?" one of the reporters said as he hurriedly moved outside to welcome Damon.

He was looking far away, exuding an innate imposing aura fit for a king. ...... At Dreamland Hotel inside a suite on the third floor, Shalom Technology’s current chairman, Darcy Davis had prepared a table of feast and waited patiently with his nephew. After a short moment, the door was pushed open. A middle-aged, bald man entered. “Mr. Jagger, you’re finally here.” Holland Jagger was in charge of the reconstruction work at the West River coast. Holland sat down casually, and asked, “Brendon, why are you calling me over in such a hurry?”

But it doesn't look like a goodbye for a mother, a friend, a woman who liked gardening, hated small talk and kept her son's secrets even when keeping them cost her. I stand beside Damon in the front pew, my hand on his arm, my face composed. This is my job now, to be visible, to be supportive, to perform the role of devoted wife while cameras flash outside and reporters speculate about the size of the inheritance. Damon is like stone now. He hasn't cracked since the day he read the letter, since those moments in my arms when he fell apart, he pulled himself together for the arrangements, the notifications, the endless logistics of death.

No one answered immediately. And that was answer enough. The meeting dragged another hour after that. They discussed numbers, damage control and crisis management. But the truth sat beneath all of it now. Dhark Holdings was bleeding badly. Fatally. And for the first time in my life, the board was beginning to wonder if I was the wound. — When the meeting finally ended, executives filed out quietly. They avoided eye contact. They avoided me. Only Chairman Whitmore remained behind. Seventy years old and sharp-eyed, the chairman was of the few people left who had known my parents closely.

“What do you mean gone?” The voice on the line hesitated. “Copied. Clean. The entire archive. Whoever did it used an embedded ghost key, one that predates our last major firewall rebuild.” Damon’s voice dropped to a growl. “Who had that level of access?” “There are only four people: You. Juliette. Virelli. And…” The pause hung like a blade. “And who?” Damon snapped. “Sasha Moore.” Juliette’s eyes widened. “That’s not possible. Sasha’s been embedded with our legal teams for months. She helped design the NDA framework, she’s one of us.”

he has been working with Damon for so many years yet those set of cold eyes still makes him flinch for the first time. Damon walks out of the car and walks to another car while his assistant drives away closely after Jane. Damon stare into space on his drive back to the office, he still remembered she had a love relationship with Dave Jones. He was the fall of her career. The ride home was a quiet one.