Harold Hutchins Novels & Stories

“I’m going to offer you something very few people get: a clean exit. No scandal. No shame. Full recommendation for any firm you apply to next.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “You want me to quit.” “I want this company to survive.” “And what about Julian?” Harold’s expression didn’t change. “He was born to lead. You were born to learn.” Aiden’s voice shook. “You don’t know him. Not really.” “I know what pressure turns a man into,” Harold said. “And I know when someone threatens that shape.” Silence. Then: “You have until the end of day.” — Back at his desk, Aiden couldn’t focus.

Hanson with a smile before sitting down in the corner of the room with Harold. "Why is there one empty seat?" Harold glanced at the empty chair placed in the most prominent part of the room as soon as he sat down. "Who hasn't arrived yet?" Mr. Hanson chuckled. "It's a man that I only got to know recently. His name is Joshua Lynch."

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?"

He sat with his hands flat on the table and a folder in front of him and looked at us when we came through the door with eyes that were doing the specific work of someone who had been assessing Hawthornes for a very long time and had not yet decided whether to update his methodology. Damian had told me about Harold Prescott on the drive over. Longest serving board member and that he had known Damian's father and had maintained his position across three generations of Hawthorne leadership by the specific discipline of caring about the company rather than the family. Harold stood when we came in. He looked at Damian first with the recognition, then at me. The assessment was thorough and unhurr

“Yes, they were hired to kill Laura Harrison.” I blinked even more confusedly. “Who is Laura Harrison?” “She is the daughter of a mob boss. It was all gang related but somewhere along the way there was a mix-up and when someone passed information over your name was mixed up with Laura’s. It was all a case of mistaken identity.” I felt the colour drain from my face. I felt sick start to churn up inside my stomach. I ran to the sink and threw up. Logans hand was on my back making small comforting circles. I wiped my mouth and held onto the sink for support.

Judging by his influence in D Country, there was no escaping his grasp as long as they remained within his territory. Not long after their chat ended, Kin sent over an investigation report. It was a brief one-page profile on the man they had met earlier. The man’s name was Harold Walter, a highly influential figure in D Country. Though not a government official, he had close ties with many high-ranking individuals and maintained excellent relationships with them. His status could be described as ‘second only to the king.’ Even the king treated him with respect. However, his actual profession was unclear. All that was known was that he was a researcher.

A photo of the female version of mighty Harold Kingston. It was Helen Kingston, the former boss of the entire SDC estate and Harold's mother. I've googled her once when I first joined the company, that was the first time I saw her in a photo. Harold was just like her, she had the same blue glistening eyes with a light brown shiny hair, she was smiling happily. It was a young picture of hers. And she was extremely beautiful. Goodness!!! Harold is just like her.. There were rumors about her kindness, according to everyone she was a very humble and a nice lady.

"Father, you can't control my life. I care about Joshua, and I'm not ending things because you don't approve." Harold snorted in disdain. "Care about him? Annabella, you barely know the man! And this family… they're nothing but trouble. The Taylors are using you, just as they use everyone." Ginny's heart quickened as she listened. Harold Prescott was a formidable man-a powerhouse businessman who kept his circle small and his standards high. It wasn't the first time she'd heard about his disdain for the Taylors, but this time it sounded different; like he'd come to settle things once and for all.

As per usual, I have had another successful day at work. I just wish my personal life was just as successful. "Jake! Did you really just land the Champa account?!" Lin asked as she walked into my small office. I smiled as I watched her run over to me and I stood up to hug her. "I did and I am not sure how I was able to do it but I did." I responded with a hint of shyness. Lin is the loudest of our marketing group and she is also the one who coordinates all of our work functions.

There was no way unless he did it to get away from all forms of carnal desires. I made a resolve that on a very good day, I would indeed ask Harold after the man to know at least what was happening. It was just the both of us in the office now and I was looking for ways to start a conversation. I looked at Harold but he really seemed sad. I started to wonder if I could talk him into being happy or conversational. I started to tell him I noted how he hated father Martins and was wondering if there was something bad he had done against the pack. Harold looked at me suddenly and repeatedly told me no. According to him, the reverend was one of the most devoted people to the cause of the pack and