Harrison Wells Dc Novels & Stories

Becky retorted, "how many witnesses, and how strong are they because I believe Stella will have legal strength, and we need to prepare for any circumstances" Harrison explained, "I have my friend, his dad and his mom, and the doctor that took my delivery, and professor, and my neighbors In Amarillo Texas," Becky explained, "It's okay, we are going to take the matter up, but It will take a gradual process," Harrison said, "Why can't you arrest her with police?" Becky asked,

"A man, I think. That's about all I could tell you." "A man?" Harrison's eyes sharpened. Not worried. Suspicious. His wife had been ambushed on the road and his first thought wasn't "is she safe" but "who was the man." Some things never changed. Riley caught on faster than I expected. "I saw him too. When I drove out to pick her up. Tall. Dark jacket. He'd already chased them off." Harrison stared at Riley. Then pulled out his phone and called his Beta. "Check the east road patrol logs from yesterday. Any foreign wolves in the area." He listened. Nodded. "Find out who."

“I’m Agent Vance's transport lead. We’ve mapped a restricted route to the financial district. The media has established positions outside the Harrison building, but we have secured the private underground loading dock.” “Thank you,” Evelyn said, stepping into the vehicle. The interior smelled of new leather and high-end communication equipment. The windows were so heavily tinted that the outside world appeared as a dim, monochrome landscape. As the convoy moved down the winding, pine-lined driveway, Evelyn leaned back, her mind mapping out the upcoming confrontation. In her past life, she had viewed Mr. Harrison as a surrogate uncle. He had been her father's closest confidant, the man who ha

I finally said vaguely. “I see.” Harrison nodded. “That’s why I prefer to live alone. Ginger snap?” He held out a plate of ginger snap cookies that I hadn’t even seen him prepare. I took one and munched on it, watching while he stood and disappeared into the hallway. “I take it you came about the Luna’s Bane,” he called. “Yeah.” I heard some shuffling of books. Harrison cursed a few times. Then, he returned with a stack of journals in his hands. He plopped them down in front of me, sending a plume of dust flying up into my face.

“I meant no harm, sir. It’s just… people talk.” “People talk too much,” Alexander shot back. His eyes bore into Harrison, as if daring him to say anything further. When the archivist remained silent, Alexander waved a dismissive hand. “You’re dismissed.” Harrison didn’t argue. He bowed slightly and left the office, shutting the door behind him. Alone now, Alexander turned back to the documents, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He flipped through the pages, scanning each line, each date, each transaction. The more he read, the clearer it became, Wells Enterprises had truly been played.

Good thing I could still handle this crap! A blue-like scanner just run through me while crossing the arch! And because I am not aware, it almost got me dead! They don't even warn me about this! This is enough! "This is too much!" I am about to leave this place to back off. When the image in the hologram changes. The school logo appears like I just won some lottery. "Welcome to Harrison University, Miss Joong." The USB said that widen my eyes. What the hell? "Please proceed to the red blinking dot on the map for your parking place." It continued that furrowed my brows.

"If he steps one foot onto the grass of the East Wing, my men have my absolute authorization to put him on the ground. Until then, let him be." Harrison gave a sharp nod. "Understood, Mr. Wylder." Harrison turned to leave. His hand reached for the frosted glass door, but I stopped him. "Harrison." He paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Yes, sir?" "Sit down.” I commanded, gesturing to one of the sleek chairs opposite my desk. Harrison hesitated for a moment before walking back and taking a seat. He kept his spine perfectly straight. I stared at him for a long moment. Harrison had been with the Empire Group for fifteen years. He knew where all the bodies were buried and more importantly,

Richard Sterling's POV "Sir, Derek Thompson just received the ultimatum." I looked up from the financial reports spread across my mahogany desk as Harrison Wells, my head of legal affairs, entered my private office with a satisfied expression on his face. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my Manhattan penthouse office, the city sprawled below me like a chess board where I controlled most of the important pieces. "Good," I said, setting down the documents. "And his response?"

I fixed my clothes and moved out of the car, then moved up to the lead officer. "Good afternoon," I said, bringing out my hand. "I'm Darcy Rodrigo. This is my home. What's happening?" The detective was tall and huge looking like he was in his forties. He shaked my hand and introduced himself. "Detective Harrison. We have a warrant to search your property." "A warrant?" I repeated. My voice stayed steady. "For what?" He pulled a document from his jacket. "We received information that illegal substances might be on the premises. Specifically, cocaine."