Novel & Cerita Good Morning Jack Hartmann

Katherine whispered, lowering her frost dome, her eyes wide with awe. "Asset liquidated," Jack smirked, rolling his shoulders to shed the excess heat. "Good work, team. Let's pack up and go home." But just as Jack turned away, the main console on the wall suddenly flared to life. It wasn't red. It was a blinding, pristine white light that hurt to look at.

Jack hugged his stomach and laughed: “Hahahaha… next time I will choose the same as you two, is Mina okay?” This name is never proper, very ridiculous. Peter gritted his teeth: "The general manager named Jack is so free these days, so busy that he goes out and gossips, isn't he, Roman?" Roman shakes his glass of wine lightly: "Yes, I see you and I need to withdraw our capital, keep him busy so that his mouth stops working." Jack: “…Don't do that. I know I was wrong.” Looks like you've offended these two. …

The man brought him out of his rummaging thoughts. “Yes, a painkiller for this headache, geez.” Jack held his throbbing temple and hissed again before he raked his fingers through his hair. Jack stepped out of the bar and looked up to see the sky was very bright. It was around twenty minutes past seven in the morning when Jack reached his car. He stared at his car and Anton's cold words returned to play in his mind again. How he caused his brother's death because he was right behind the wheel.

And because of my delay, I almost ended up jolting her awake for nothing. "Good morning Mr Thorn? Resuming work soon" The text read. There was a smiley and a winky face emoji at the end of the text. That was the first text and then another one followed soon after. "Mr Hart is yet to resume work too. Should I be worried?" Mr Hart was a name I wasn't familiar with so it took some time before I was able to realize the fact that Mr Hart was indeed Ronald. And he was yet to resume work. "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be coming to work today" I sent back a text.

“Come here!” “We have a newbie? Did she do it?” asks Jack, and I guess he’s talking about that stupid tradition. “You’re still alive?” he laughs and sits next to me. “I’m Jackson by the way, but everyone calls me Jack here. I’m in charge of the missions in Asia.” he smiles.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

Damien looked at the two men lounging in his executive chairs, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked over and sat down at his desk. "Are you two looking for trouble? What was the meaning of that ridiculous prank?" The visitors were Jake Hartmann, the son of Donald Hartmann, a prominent mogul in the oil and gas industry, and Milo Reed, a quieter man whose calm exterior masked a deeply playful personality. Damien was thoroughly annoyed that these two had completely derailed his afternoon plans with Ethan.

Keely’s hand tightened around his. “Relax, buttercup.” Jack put his mouth to her ear. “If you’re nervous, just imagine them in their underwear.” “You’re the only person I want to imagine that way. You really want me staring at your crotch all night?” “Whatever works.” “Jack! My boy, how are you?” Jack grinned at Henry Smith, a balding, barrel-shaped man with two chins and a politician’s smile. He thrust out his hand to shake Henry’s hand vigorously. “Henry. Great to see you again.”

KAI'S POV The letter lay on my desk, its bold black lettering almost jeering at me. "Hartmann Enterprises," it said, the unmistakable invitation from none other than Michael Hartmann, one of Berlin's most powerful players. Or rather, from Zara and Michael Hartmann. Each time I thought of that proposal of partnership, the anger seemed to crawl up my neck in burning waves.

After a few minutes, Jack Holloway—boss and ruler almighty—walked in the back door to the room and asked for everyone to settle down. “Good morning, everyone! I know it’s a busy day, but what day isn’t? I’ll try to make this short,” he began. I felt a buzzing in my pocket and discreetly pulled my phone out, looking down at the message from Nathan. Things went well. Tell you all about it soon. We can celebrate tonight. Oh, yeah, and you’re beautiful as fuck. Can’t stop thinking about my cock wrapped in your pussy. I smiled and slipped my phone back into my pocket, focusing my attention back on Jack.