Ghosted Jm Darhower Novels & Stories

I had ignored it because he scored goals, but Damien had noticed every single glance. Jax skated away from the drill. He stopped right at the boards in front of us, kicking up a huge spray of shaved ice that hit the low wooden barrier. He leaned his arms on top of his hockey stick, looking at me with a slow, deliberate smirk. "Well. Look who decided to show up," Jax drawled. His eyes scanned my fitted suit before slowly shifting to Damien’s covered shoulder. "We heard the big boss took a major hit at the press room. Looks like the rumors weren't lying."

The chair at the head of the table, empty now, waiting for me whenever I was ready to take it up again. Then my phone buzzed. Not Margaret. Not Victor. A number I did not know, a name I did not recognize, and beneath it, a single line of preview text that told me the private war I had fought in silence for three years was about to become the most public thing that had ever happened to me. Ms. Hart Whitmore, this is Diane Cho with the Financial Chronicle. I am hoping you might comment on the events at Hart Global this afternoon. I looked at it for a long moment. Then I looked at my grandfather, and I did not let go of his hand.

In conference calls where my life was discussed like a line item. I rewind the audio in my mind. Isolate the cadence. The specific phrasing. Then it hits me. David Walsh. Former Hunt Capital board member. Arrested in Arc 11. Federal custody. Or so I thought. I type the name. DAVID WALSH. The screen goes silent. No response. The cursor blinks in the void. YOU DIDN'T GO TO FEDERAL CUSTODY. YOU WENT UNDERGROUND. Still nothing. YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN.

“Postpone it to next week. Also, clear my schedule for the next few days.” After all, I needed some time to settle a personal matter. No sooner had I finished speaking than the video call notification began ringing. I glanced at it. It was an invitation from Javor Furey. Out of a sort of cold curiosity, I answered the call. On the screen, Javor looked innocent and aggrieved. Amaya and several colleagues from their department stood behind him. The background resembled a private dining room. “Mr. Gogh, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know yesterday was your anniversary…

Dear Mr and Mrs Danielle Valentino, You are cordially invited to the annual Summer Gala and 28th anniversary of JDD Constructs, hosted by our genial Founder and CEO, Mr Jack Dawson, on the 7th of August, 2021. We would love to see your handsome and gorgeous faces at the Gala as we all together celebrate the great success that JDD Constructs has achieved in all its 28 years of existence, and also celebrate Mr Jack Dawson for his impassioned appeal towards the company and its employees. We look forward to hosting you. Yours faithfully, JDD Constructs Secretary, Elena Hastings. Dad's company's anniversary was here already? So fast? It felt like just months ago when we had celebrated its 27th an

Chapter 82 " Damon is back." Jhene says. I turn to look at them. They seem deep in their conversation cause they didn't know I heard it. Considering the look on Gray's face, he's surprised. Kennedy's still talking, not pretty aware of what they are saying. " Damon went MIA, Jhene." Gray says. " Yeah?" " Five years ago. The military couldn't find his body after a year search." Jhene chuckles. She brings out her phone and shows something to Gray. Gray looks at the phone and looks up at me. His eyes meet mine.

He hated event planners and there was no way he was going to avail himself to them. Besides he knew that there could be paparazzi around and he didn’t want the news to be spread by those guys, it might reach Celine’s ears and he won’t know how to start to explain himself to her. So he decided to stay in the office and just relax. Old Madam Walker and her husband were just sitting down in the sitting room chatting about the occurrence of the day. Everything has been done perfectly and they were satisfied with the outcome. However what surprised them is that Jared didn’t show up to see how everything turned out well.

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."

But recognized in the way you recognize a name attached to a face you’d seen in passing at some event years ago, someone who had been introduced to you once at a dinner and then vanished from your memory entirely because nothing about the interaction had seemed important at the time. Daniel Whitlock. The annotation beside his name read: Former financial consultant to the Grey estate. Terminated five years ago following internal audit discrepancies. Whereabouts currently unconfirmed. Five years ago. The exact timeframe everything in my life had started falling apart. I felt something cold settle low in my stomach. “Jack,” I said slowly, not looking up from the page. “Tell me everything you ha

She asked me and she laughed instantly but I can’t hear anything. "Alaister it's not funny " I cried out to her as she laughed again. "Hahahaha it's better to be a ghoster than to be a real ghost. Look at your face it’s priceless” gladly she’s laughing again... "How’s your IG account? How many followers do you have Alaister?" I asked my friend who was now writing something in her diary. "Last time I checked it 100+ and I don't care about that" She didn't even look at me she’s busy.