Jack Barlow Novels & Stories

There was something freeing about being around people who didn’t know my history with the Knight twins, and who didn’t look at my belly and try to connect dots they weren’t entitled to. We moved along the course slowly, the men taking turns swinging and muttering about technique while I rode in the cart with Mr. Winchester. Every now and then, one of them would ask me a question about the app, or about Knight Enterprises, and I answered honestly without oversharing, careful not to say anything that sounded like gossip or complaint. “You’re very composed,” Mr Barlow (a tech billionaire with a soft smile) said at some point. He was an older man with silver hair and a voice that sounded permane

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Weren't you listening?" He asked, "Revenge." Jack asked. "What was your purpose for revenge?" "Listen up because I'm going to make this quick, and won't repeat twice," Aaron said. "Joel Shaw. Does the name ring any bells?" Jack appeared to be lost in thought for a moment. "As a matter of fact, it does. He worked for my adoptive father, Brady Wolfe. Joel Shaw was a personal butler and then climbed his way up to becoming his personal assistant. Now that I try to recall, he had a son that used to keep to himself. Even came by the mansion, once or twice. Baron, was it?" Jack said all this with a straight face, his emotions in check.