Harrison Wells Dc Novels & Stories

"It's about Daniel's center, Blackwood Investments, and Marcus Vance." Harrison’s sharp legal mind instantly caught the weight in her tone. He looked at Cassian, taking in the muscular man's protective posture and the heavy canvas bag clutched tightly under his arm. Harrison stepped back, waving them inside. "Get in out of the cold," Harrison ordered, closing and locking the door behind them. "My wife is at a community meeting in town. Follow me into the study."

“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."

He stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks as he scanned the empty parking lot. With a satisfied nod, he strode toward the entrance, his shoes clicking on the polished floor. Inside, the hall was equally deserted. Harrison claimed a seat at the front, his eyes fixed on the door. He checked his watch. 8:55 AM. Five minutes to spare. The first arrivals trickled in, their conversations hushed. Heads turned, eyes locking onto Harrison. "It's been ages," someone whispered. "That poor man... his father's empire, gone," another murmured.

[“Please, Mr. Harrison. Don’t tell your father this information came from me. He also threatened me that if I tell you about this, I will lose my job and he will make sure I cannot find a job in the entire city.” “Yes, I won’t say a word,” Harrison promised. “Where exactly is the hospital you mentioned my father is getting constructed?” A second passed without anyone answering on the other line and Harrison could not hear anything. He checked his phone and saw his phone’s battery was empty. “Damn it!” Overcome with annoyance, Harrison flung his phone down and drove faster. .. When Harrison arrived at Smith General Hospital, he did what he did at their psychiatric hospital—checked every lapto

Hunter’s nostrils flared, a primal possessiveness stirring within him. “Who is he?” he demanded, his voice tight with barely suppressed fury. The agent answered quickly, efficiently. “Adrian Wells, he works in the financial department of Starlink. He also works in journalism, consultant for whistleblower cases, mostly focusing on corruption and corporate crimes.” Hunter’s brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and a growing unease. A journalist? What was Evelyn involved in that required the services of someone like this?

"Harrison is waiting in the anteroom with your compliance officers. Go sit in the gallery. I will give you my answer in exactly ten minutes." "Adrian, if you think you can stall—" "Ten minutes, Jessica," Adrian cut her off, his dark eyes snapping toward her with a sudden, predatory flash of pure, unadulterated menace that made her words choke in her throat. "Or I can have Harrison release the Swiss banking audit trail of your late brother's hidden accounts to the IRS before you can even reach the elevator. Choose your survival wisely."