Jenny Walten Files Novels & Stories

Later, Ian efficiently delivered all the latest project files from Hunt Enterprises. Aurora waved her hand, signaling he could step out. But in truth, Ian couldn’t help feeling a little puzzled. Watching how focused she was, he finally blurted out the question, figuring this might be the only chance he’d have to ask. Better now than later. “Miss Walton, what exactly are these files for? If it’s just a dinner meeting, why go through all of their project data?” It didn’t quite add up to him. Besides, he wouldn’t be joining the dinner.

“Thanks. Zayn couldn’t make it, so I had to bother you instead today.” These important documents were locked in a password-protected cabinet in Alaric’s office. Other than Zayn, the only person he trusted with the code was Lena. She let out a small huff. “As long as you know it’s a bother. You had me running errands on a perfectly good Saturday. Now that you’ve got the files, I’m outta here—I have plans.” Lena had recently bought a new car and planned to take Elise for a drive today.

Several months after all the tragedies of sadness and also the departure of Alex, this time Jenny has become a very mature figure at her age. In fact, the woman also seems very productive with her life so far. "What about this file, Jenny? Have you checked and signed it in its entirety?" asked Hana while stroking her stomach which of course seemed to be getting bigger. Jenny, who was staring at her MacBook, immediately turned her gaze to Hana and nodded, "Everything is perfect, thank you for your help, Hana. And, why are you still working today? Shouldn't you have had a day off from your job? "

Without her mother, Jenny had no one left but a warehouse on Holt Street. He was not angry at Jenny. He had never been angry at Jenny. His main phone lit up on the desk. Lena. Three in the morning. Sir. Josh Dalton accessed the Level Three archive at 2:03 AM. Remote terminal. He pulled eighteen months of northern expansion correspondence and forwarded it to an encrypted external server. Security flagged it twelve minutes ago. Alvin read the message. He set the phone face-down. He picked it up and read it again.

I was different. "Luna!" Jenny appeared. Hugged me. "Welcome back!" "Thanks. It's weird being here." "You'll settle in. Coffee?" "Please." We walked to the kitchen. I made coffee. Badly. Forgot how the machine worked. "Rusty," Jenny observed. "Very." Walter appeared. "Luna. Good to see you. Ready to get started?" "As ready as I'll be." "Great. Morrison case files are in your office. Let's meet at 10 AM to go over strategy."

“Take this file and make two copies for me. We need this for the investment meeting with Mr. Erlington tomorrow.” The timid woman took the file from him obediently, but Wally glared unhappily at her. “What are you doing? This is your comic, isn’t it? Why are you acting so scared instead of making copies openly? Make sure nothing goes wrong with this. You’ll be rewarded once everything has been set in stone.” A sad look flashed in the timid woman’s eyes when she heard what Wally said. What did he mean when he said this was her comic? It was not hers at all. It clearly belonged to Mabel, but…

Jenni I’m in bed with my head laying on Teddy’s chest as he caresses his fingers up and down my arm. I can't stop smiling as I look up at his face, he's my mate, my FATED mate. I was scared he only thought of me as his sister's friend, but he loves me. ME, the little girl who used to follow him around all the time, just to be closer to him. The teenage girl who used to write Jen loves Teddy in all her journals. The girl who knew he would never look twice at. The girl who knew he would never love her like that. But he does, he really does. My heart won't stop its erratic beating.

After about twenty minutes of failed attempts, she finally got one of the tablets to unlock. "I'm in," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "What do you see?" I asked, leaning closer to look at the screen. Jennifer started scrolling through files and folders. Most of them seemed to be surveillance data, communication logs, and what looked like financial records. "Wait," Jennifer said, stopping on a folder labeled "Project Instructions." "This looks interesting." She opened the folder to reveal a series of video files, each one dated over the past several months. "Let me try the oldest one first," Jennifer said, clicking on a file from about six months ago.

Jenny could hold back her tears at that point. All this while, she had pretended to be interested in Allen just to get close to the women he brought home, all to gather information about Allen's life for Mrs Lincoln. She had been doing her task well. Just why? “What? That video?” Jenny’s eyes widened. How could she forget the computer wizard Allen was? How could she forget that he had access to her phone and could easily pry if he wanted to? “She would not be able to send that out to anyone again. I have also warned your brother to rein himself.”

Mila cursed, pointing an accusing finger at Katherine. Katherine's eyes narrowed, as she clapped her hands twice. Jenny walked into the office and placed a brown file on the table. The moment she did, she walked out of the office, her heels clicking against the ground. “What's this?” Mr Hall questioned. “A little surprise. Go ahead, open it. It contains information on the woman Zade Silver had proposed to.”