Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

If only I could find the file, he would see that I truly brought it in here. "What are you doing?" Kira asked me but I paid no attention to her. Then she turned to her father. "She has gone insane." "No, I have not!" I retorted. "I am looking for the file. Where is it? Where did you hide it? So Father would believe me, just maybe he will when he sees the file here." "There is no file. My goodness, Giselle why do you want to paint me so bad? You know you did not bring any files in here," Kira said.

Nathan replies, taking the documents from my hands and glancing through them. While he does this, I wait patiently, trying to ignore the uncomfortable and deafening silence in the office. The silence is soon broken by the lady. “I don’t understand what’s going on, Nathan. Who’s this person, and why did she just come into your office like she owns the place? Since when did you have a new assistant? What happened to Helen?” The lady asks Nathan, clearly unable to keep her cool any longer. Apparently, I'm one of the few people who have access to Nathan’s office, and she’s not happy about it.

James walked forward with a file in his hands and handed it to Alexander. Alexander pushed the file into my hands. “Open it.” I stared at the paper for a minute and then I looked at Alexander, his eyebrows raised. I opened it. My stomach lurched. My breath came out in uneven pulls. He had done background information on me? It contained employment records, my address history, bank records, photographs… How? How did they find all this? How much had they found? I turned another page and fear crawled up my spine. If they found this much… How close were they to finding Ethan?

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

I was reviewing the quarterly hunting ground reports when my assistant announced an unexpected visitor: Heather Reed. She entered with the composed dignity I'd always admired in her, though something in her expression seemed different today. "Alpha Winters," she greeted formally, placing a folder on my desk. "I've come to submit my resignation." I stared at her in surprise. "Resignation? But why? You've been invaluable to our communications division." Heather's violet-tinged eyes held steady. "I appreciate your kind words, but I've received another offer." "We can match whatever territory rights they're offering," I replied quickly. "In fact, I've been meaning to discuss giving you a persona

“I have been around Xander a lot lately and I have come to learn a lot of things. Please get this to him as quickly as you can.” She nodded, determined as she clutched the letter tightly. “Thank you. Be careful, Ava. I know you are trying to help us but if anyone finds out—” “They won’t,” I interrupted. “Now go.” Heather didn't hesitate as she walked to a side door and stepped into the darkness of the night. My heart raced with both fear and hope as I watched her blend with the shadows and prayed that she didn't get caught. **** My reply came the next morning. “Midnight. I'll be there.”

was not listening and called out twice before cautiously asking, "Did you…not get a good rest? Maybe you can rest first and talk about this later?" "It's fine. Just leave everything here. You can leave," Hannah waved lightly. Chloe hesitated for a moment before she backed out and closed the office door behind her. When Chloe left, Hannah had time to her thoughts for a few minutes before she began working. With a pen in her hand, she flipped through the documents and signed them once she saw nothing wrong. However, she signed them all under Heather's name. More than two hours had passed before she knew it, and she had finally finished going through the files before her. Then she turned on the

That hesitation terrified me more than any enemy. “There’s a sealed file,” he said finally. “One that shouldn’t exist anymore. It was buried after your accident in your first life.” My breath caught. “The accident wasn’t an accident.” “I know,” he said. “But this file goes deeper than Hale. Deeper than the corporations. It references something called Project Rebirth.” The world tilted. I gripped the balcony railing to steady myself. “That’s impossible.” “I thought so too,” Alexander said. “But the file was accessed an hour ago. From inside our system.”

But he was hell-bent on ruining me. I chuckled at the memory, looking back at how much I had suffered. Haynes' assistant was called in. The lady looked new and I was sure that she was a new hire. Gladys. That was her name. Luca asked her to get him files. Recent ones and old ones, concerning the performance of the staff and their resumes. It was a clean up day for Chadwick's corporation. A day to filter out the bad roots and make sure only the good ones stay.

"It's about the billions of dollars your little performance just cost my company. It's about the board meeting he's going to have at eight a.m. where they're going to ask for his resignation. It's about the life you've destroyed because you couldn't keep your legs closed." "Let me see him," I said again, quieter this time. "Please." Heather laughed. "Listen to me, you pathetic little whore," she said, her smile sharp as broken glass. "You are never going to see Nate again. You are never going to speak to him again. You are going to disappear back into whatever gutter you crawled out of, and you are going to stay there. And if you so much as breathe in his direction, I will make sure every la