Jenny Walten Files Novels & Stories

When she saw Waverly, she did not speak, but she looked sullen and angry. "Madam Lenny asked you to follow me to A Country?" Waverly asked. "I won't go with you. You have something against me. If we were to go to A Country together, won't you do whatever you want to me? Someone asked me to give this to you." Judie threw the files on the table. She rolled her eyes at Waverly and stood up as she murmured, "D*mn femme fatale." Waverly ignored her and examined the documents. Then, she dialed a number, "Hello, Madam Lenny, this is Waverly. The documents only consist of three pieces, right?"

They kept taking pictures of her until she fell asleep and that was when Raven and Jenny came out of their hiding place. "Splendor!!" I do hope nobody will know about this". Jenny shrugged at the two men who have done such work for them and paid them their money on their agreed price. "thank you so much ma'am, I promise you that nobody will know of this. This isn't the First time I'm doing something like this. I've worked with celebrities and big people so don't be scared ". The men assured them and gave them the USB. Where all the files and video was recorded. Jenny knows them very well and before they agree to do this for her, she has already done some research about their whereabouts so s

The other pages showed how she and Stephanie would ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev seat. She indeed planned on double-crossing Stephanie in that regard; the woman was vile. I picked up the last journal and read most of its content until I could not read it aloud anymore. Jenny had made several entries that could get Stephanie in trouble. It was part of her final records. "What is it?" Avery asked me, and I tried to play it off. "Nothing interesting; we should go through the files," I said, and they agreed.

Lena leaned her back on the door as soon as the door closed and sighed heavily as she entered and Thanked her lucky stars she didn't bump into Vanessa and Vicky. After a while she regained herself and recalled what she came for, slowly she walked away from the door and headed to the bedroom. She entered the room and turned her gaze to the cabinet where she saw the file Jayden asked for lying there. She sighed again and took another step into the room when suddenly something on the bed caught her eyes, she took steps closer to the bed only to see her red pantie on top of the bed. Lena's mouth widened as she realized why Jayden curled a smile at the corner of his lips earlier, this is what he

She smacks her lips before walking out of his office. "Mr. Walton is so stubborn. I thought it will be easy for me to get him by threatening him with my dad's name. There is no way I can get to her without the file. There is always a way to get what you want" she smiles. Mr. Walton usually leaves his office to unlock by two o'clock for a lunch break and he spent thirteen minutes for a lunch break. Immediately after he left for a lunch break, Henrietta speak into Mr. Walton's office to get the file because thirteen minutes is enough for her to search for the file. She searched everywhere in Mr. Walton's office but couldn't find it. "Where could this file be? " she said to herself. She searche

Victor asked, his voice deathly quiet, almost like a whisper, but laced with extreme poison. "She... she gave us the files you needed," Cynthia stammered, holding her handbag tightly against her chest. "She said she copied everything from Elena’s main system!" "She lied," Victor spat out, stepping right into her personal space. "Our tech team just unencrypted that folder. Do you know what was inside? Old, useless public tax records from Carnegie from three years ago. Outdated staff employment forms from 2021. And as for Vane Enterprises? There wasn't a single file. Not a single word. Not a single number."

she asked, setting her handbag down on the table. Oliver cleared his throat. “IT confirmed that Patrick Walters accessed the Kensington Project files three days before he left. We have time stamps proving he copied them onto an external drive.” Morgan let out a low curse. “That son of a..." Annabelle raised a hand to stop him. “It’s exactly what we needed. What about Jullian?” “He’s already on it. He called me early this morning and said he’s digging into Parkinson & Rowe’s past dealings. Apparently, this isn’t the first time they’ve been accused of stealing designs.” Morgan grinned.

There were also records of her transmitting information to the Glasses and the chat records between her and them on the day Jenny had an accident, in which she informed them that Jenny had gone out. Rowena couldn't believe it, wondering how Jenny found all the information. Weren't her chat records only accessible on her phone? She began to panic. Jenny was too terrifying! "Look, I can understand that you want to get rid of me," Jenny said. "But it's strange that you would help others attack the Walters. Would it benefit you if the Walters fell?" She didn't understand why Rowena would do all this. Meanwhile, Rowena realized there was no point in keeping up her lies.

“Great. My life’s achievement: Saben Thompson called me efficient. Let me put that on a plaque.” Zina snorted. "You'll thank me one day." Jenny sighed. "If I end up strangling him with a phone cord, I hope you testify on my behalf." LATER THAT NIGHT – 8:53 PM Jenny sat at her dining table, laptop open, final contract revisions shining against the dim lamplight. A mug of cold, untouched tea had congealed beside her. She glared at the blinking cursor in the email body. To: Saben Thompson

The footage wasn’t incriminating enough to be conclusive… but paired with everything else, it painted a picture I didn’t want to look at. Jenny didn’t know. She bounced into work every day with the same bright energy, humming as she tied her apron, chattering to Rachel about enamel techniques. Every time she laughed, guilt twisted deeper into my chest. Then we found the USB, loaded with evidence of designs that weren’t supposed to be on anyone’s system but the company’s. It was found in Jenny’s drawer by Grace. It was all too much. In the end, I had to call a meeting. By noon, the sky outside the studio windows had turned that pale grey that made everything look colder.