Harold Finch Novels & Stories

Harold's office was exactly what I'd expected—expensive furniture, awards covering the walls, and a massive computer setup that probably cost more than my car. The computer was password protected, but Harold's supernatural arrogance had made him sloppy. His password was literally “AlphaPack1974”—likely his birth year. Amateur. The files I found made my blood run cold. Offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. Shell companies with names like “Lunar Holdings” and “Pack Investments.” Financial transfers that didn't match any legitimate business expenses. Harold had been embezzling from Knight Industries for years, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the client list.

"Harold Aaron!!" He could be more reliable than anyone else. "My assistant. He's more reliable and knows the in's and outs of the Cruz cooperation" Lily said. "Tell me a little about him?" Kayden asked. "Harold Aaron worked with my dad for years. After Damian killed my parents, I took over the company and retained Harold Aaron to be my assistant. He was faithful while being by my father's side and so he was to me too" Lily explained briefly.

"Does it matter, do you think?" "I don't think so. We have the important items. It's going to be very hard to prove that you were involved, so that puts me, Michael, and especially Richard in the clear for harbouring known criminals. Under the circumstances, Will's not looking to make trouble for you if he can avoid it." "Anything else? Anything useful?" "Finchby kept his accounts immaculately. There's no tax inspector that would find he ran anything other than a profitable club." "And the other half of his business?"

he stops and takes a deep breath. " Then Sinclair's Mafia was American's most powerful mob. He's got a lot of men and clients. And then his biggest of them all was Harold. He was a Columbian. He made a deal with Sinclair for a large amount of narcotics and almost 50 million was involved with it."

After a brief moment, she returns her teary gaze to Della "Harold has always wished for you two to be an item. Everyone who knew us personally was aware of this. Harold and his men all left town a few days ago. They had planned to be gone for a week. They returned that same night around one a.m., so he must have forgotten something. I was in his office going through his belongings at the same time they returned. I had just discovered some files when I heard his office door open. I barely caught a glimpse of what was inside the folder before shoving it back into the drawer and hiding. Before they left again, Harold took that file and a few other important items with him."

He picked up after a few rings. "Harold Hill speaking. Elijah Warren, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. Harold Hill was the slimiest bastard I knew and I tried as much as I could to avoid him but right now I needed him to do his fucking job. "Harold, it's good to hear your voice again. How have you been?" " Cut the chitchat, what the hell do you want from me and the city of Chicago?" " The harbourmaster, who is he? Why was the old one changed and why the hell was I not informed before he was changed?"

Damian's expression turned serious as he saw the name on his phone screen was not who he was expecting. Harold Lazuardi. He was just an ordinary officer who ended up being a key figure in the Kenzo investigation. He was someone Damian could rely on and trust. “Am I disturbing your evening, honorable Mr. Sawyer?" Damian couldn't help but snort in displeasure. "Stay out of my business, Ordinary Officer." Harold laughed on the other end. "You're as annoying as your name suggests." Damian picked one of the cigars in his pocket. He moved towards the lounge chair at the corner of the balcony and sat down. He took a moment to enjoy the cigar while he waited for Harold to speak.

Then, he said, “You’re the vice president of the company. How could I go home when you haven’t gone home yet? You’re still busy with the project of Northern Wilderness, right?” “Yeah. This project is related to the future of the Hill family, so I must do it well.” “You should continue with your work then. I won’t bother you.” Harris hurriedly left through the corridor, and he walked straight to the finance department. He took out the key and opened the door of the finance room. Then, he quietly walked in and put the fake account book in the drawer of the finance room. After that, he walked out of the room and locked the door.

And never failed to fully destroy his enemies, he was the richest Mafia boss in Russia,but never wanted due to his leave of cruelty he was really feared by all. " It's my turn now right? He also killed one of my men trying to get information from him , I won't just sit back and watch " " Oh don't you worry dear friend Fernando, everything is under control ,leave it all to me , you'll also get the honour of seeing his face when he loses everything he has " Mr Harold's voice uttered again clasping his hands together with an evil grin as so much was going through his mind at the moment. ______________ Collins for a while now kept on pacing round the room where Gray laid peacefully .

As they reached the top floor, Harold let her step out first before he followed. “Jannette, please get Miss Bennette a coffee. No sugar,” Harold ordered the secretary. Sabrina scowled at him, “How did you know I don’t like sugar in my coffee?” Harold smiled which made Sabrina taken aback. The guy was known as an emotionless person for no one saw him smiling at all. “Gab,” he said curtly. She wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly the door from Gabriel’s office opened. “Get inside,” Gabriel muttered coldly.