James Or Howard Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

No one knows where Jacob run off, even Kate, his secretary is also gone. “Is this part of your plan?” James asked Howard as they watched the news on Howard’s large television inside his office. “No,” he said quietly. James turned to him. “You can tell me everything, dude.” “I swear I do not know anything about that, James. But I am sure Jacob will never do such thing.” James agreed with him. “Will you help him?” Howard thinks about it. “He can get himself out of trouble on his own, he’s big enough to handle it.”

"You mean. your mom who passed away?" James nodded. "The one before Mrs. Oden. I heard her name once—Mara. But I do not remember her face." Rita looked down at him. "You were tiny. But yes, her name was Mara." James tilted his head. "Did she like sunflowers?" "She did," Rita whispered. "She loved all the yellow flowers.". James nodded as if that tied up something important in his little chest. Then he looked up. "Do you think she'd like me now?"

James thought to himself “I see” “Do you want me to tell her that you were here?” “No need” James said and then walked away Scarlet stood watching him as he walked away. “Who was that?” May asked as she walked towards Scarlet “Just someone looking for the boss” “Someone?” “Yes, he said his name is James Gold and that he is a family friend of the boss” “Oh” May said “You know him?” Scarlet asked “Yes, James Gold is the hair of the Gold Hospital Scarlet opened her mouth “You mean the Gold hospital in the US?”

James began and Jonathan smiled ready to answer him. "Go ahead," Jonathan said, with a broad smile. "Does the boss's wife, I mean Mr Haward, his wife, does she work here?" James asked. "Ain't you an inquisitive one," Jonathan said playfully and James just smiled. "Well, she doesn't. She had never been here," Jonathan replied. "Thank you, Jonathan. Lunch is on me today," James said. "Hmm, I feel like you are bribing me, and I don't take bribes," Jonathan said.

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"So, it seems like she could be the mastermind behind everything, right?" "I guess so... However, there was another guy there who said that she was with him, and he showed up out of the blue. James—-James Cro——" I was having trouble recalling his name, when Owen abruptly interjected with, "James Crowley?" and he helped me out. When he inquired, I was taken aback by the question. "Are you familiar with him?" I inquired with a tone and expression that conveyed a great deal of interest. "Of course, I'm familiar with him! He is fairly well-known because he is regarded as one of the most successful business magnates in this City. But why was he out in the woods doing whatever he was doing?" Owen

"Sorry." James quickly apologized, and when he looked up to see that it was Irene, he quickly greeted her, "Oh—hello, Mrs. Jefferson." Irene was left confused, since she had no idea who he was. How did he know who she was, even addressing her as 'Mrs. Jefferson'? He seemed older than her, too… "And you are…?" "James Cross," he replied. "I've been stationed overseas before this, and just returned to the country."

His name is James Powell. You too? Now that was an amazing question. What could she have meant? Excuse me, what do you mean us too? Was someone else here looking for him? Of course, this morning. A woman came and asked the same thing. By the way, I am James’s mother. As I approached the lady I realized she has a tiny problem with her eyes. She could not see that well. But as I came closer she was amazed at recognizing me. Miron Hauser? Is it really you?

Exclaimed James getting out of bed. “Honey, what’s the matter?” A middle-aged woman asked through her sleep on the other side of the bed. “It’s your two dam brats causing problems with Elon Trust. If they are not my death, they are indeed bringing death upon themselves. I need to get to Lotus Suits before they are fish food.” James said, putting his pants on and carrying his shoes out of the room. “You have to save our sons, James! James!” The woman screamed, rushing out of bed and heading out of the room only to see her husband quickly leave the house, not replying to her screams.

They knew there was no dad anywhere to see, but they needed to keep up the pretense. “I’ll get lunch ready and served in no time, Mrs. Fisher,” Rosa stated, hurrying towards the kitchen. “Hmm, Da…ad… left town for a…a… project, but I’m sure he would be…hmm…back early to see you,” Loveth said, stuttering. “Okay,” Jasmine stated. James saw the flyer on the table; the cartoon character drawn on it drew his attention. “What is that?” Jasmine asked, picking it up. “Oh, oh,” James murmured as soon as he saw the picture.