Identity V Joseph Novels & Stories

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

Leo laughed. "Really," he murmured. "I'm sorry, but I don't know any person of your reputation and wealth who is planning such a scam, doing business with a completely unknown man." How do you know you can trust Josephine? ” “ The character has great recommendations. By the way, he's a successful businessman who helps men in a similar situation to mine. " " What's his name? " " Jose Miller. "

It was only then that I remembered she was there. “It’s not –” “It’s perfectly fine.” She stood tall, matching Joseph’s height in her heels. “You must be Joseph Wales.” “I am. You’re a pretty lady.” Just as I expected, her cheeks flushed at his compliment. “And you are?” “Vivian Howard.” “Such a lovely name for a lovely lady.” He placed a hand over his heart, as if bewitched. “Great to meet you.” “And you as well, Jose.” I observed their interaction, as if they were old friends, and shook my head. Ah, youths.

I tried to move my hand, but failed. "Are you aware? Don't move too much, they'll be quick to come here!” That voice, I know it. It was not difficult for me to know that the man was Yusuf. Yes, he is Joseph. A man I didn't know at all but wanted to help me. It's not difficult for me to recognize him, because his voice is quite distinctive. I mean, Yusuf's voice is like that of a middle schooler. Has not changed, for the size of an adult male it seems. So, it's pretty easy to tell the difference between the sounds.

Joseph fixed his gaze on the TV screen. Something then flickered through his mind. But before he could fully grasp the thought, Harold's voice interrupted him. "This is impossible. I distinctly overheard Xavia talking about sleeping with another man." Joseph's emotions quickly settled. Besides being slightly shocked by Xavia's cunning and decadence, he did not feel much else about the matter. "Jas is my child. That’s the only thing that matters." Harold was quite puzzled, but it was still good news. The little boy seemed intelligent and worthy of carrying on the Whitman lineage.

Catherine had learned about Joseph's profile. She only glanced at it, but she had got a photographic memory. Joseph had learned contortion skills since he was a kid, so he could shrink into a small form. This information was confidential. Only the seniors of the organization could access it. Hence, it was thanks to his contortion skills that Joseph could successfully acquire the chip and take it out of the base. When Joseph knew someone had broken in, he realized he was in trouble.

Joseph's resolve is firm. ***

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history. "My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."

So, before Nick could have responded, they heard Zieve's voice. Zieve said," You would not be able to find the identity of this man, Joe. So, leave it. There is no need to waste any time if yours on it." Joe was also surprised by Zieve's words and he questioned him why he was saying so? Was he doubting his capability?

After he left, Kayson sat on the side and looked at Joseph, who was pale. “Mr. Wadley, who else is behind you other than the Osborns?” “What do you mean? The Osborns are the ones supporting me. There’s no one else,” Joseph replied. Kayson scoffed. “That’s not very honest of you, Mr. Wadley. You’re logged as a person of interest over at Admiralporium.” Joseph’s gaze was filled with panic when he heard that.