Jm Sinclair Novels & Stories

I had no choice but to do this job so I just did my daily routine and did as was told and cookd what Brian loved. I walked with a tray in my hands of a chicken salad I had made with a glass of lemonade since it was kinda hot outside today and I knew Brian must be a bit warm in his room. So I wanted to make him something cool and refreshing to drink and eat. I took a deep breath in before knocking and then coming in but no guards or nursers were with me this time. I guess they all got tired of this bull shit as I was. I came in to find Brian sitting on his bed smiling at me.

he doesn't get to finish the sentence as i jam the taser on his gut again his wife comes to check what's going on when she finds me on top of her husband she's about to scream when CJ tackles her telling her to keep quite. " you can take anything you want please don't hurt my family " Mr Sinclair pleades with me while still lying on the floor holding his gut his brown eyes full of fear from his outfit he was getting ready for bed. " of course I am getting what I want , I want to buy this house from

Mr Sinclair had never been an emotional person and sometimes, he acted like he didn't care, but Damien was his only child. He always wanted the best for him and although Damien always went against him, that didn't change his love for him. "I just came to invite you to my wedding and if you can be by my deathbed, I would be grateful. You've not been a good father to me, but you're still the man who helped me in fulfilling my dreams," Damien uttered, trying not to get emotional. Mr Sinclair stood to his feet and dropped his book on the table. "You're not going to die. We are going to get another opinion and save your life. We won't just seek help in the US. We will seek…help abroad…" Mr Sincla

Business. "Jailbird, you're up. Two gentlemen waiting." I grabbed my small purse, the one that held exactly nothing except emergency cash in case I needed to dash and pepper spray if the men got too creepy. "Who?" "Investment banker is back. The one from last night." She checked her phone. "He specifically asked for you. Said you were a good listener." I remembered him. Balding, wedding ring tan line, three whiskeys deep by midnight. He'd tipped well though. Two hundred for basically sitting there and nodding.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Sinclair smiled and beckoned unto his assistant that stood behind him. " Seems like you lots don't listen to the news anymore" He motioned to his assistant who went ahead to play the news that was on the front page of the iPad he held. " Breaking News On Business Posts this week. Multi-millionaire Businessman, Mr Sinclair, who was detained after his recuperation from coma 5 years ago has been found innocent of all the charges he was accused of. Evidence that was dropped by an anonymous person this week contained pieces of how he was innocent and wrongly accused of corruption by opponents who went after him for not supporting their supposed candidates five years ago.

I state out, squaring my shoulders at him. Sinclair shakes his head, stands and takes off his black slacks. His printed abs in hus chest makes my mouth drags to the ground and as I blink severally, I spot the smirk on his face. "Where are you going to?" I ask confusion evident on my face. "I'm going for a swim. I want to have cool water on me," he states. And like a daydream, I watch Sinclair rush to the tide and jump into the beach, swimming away.

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."

He tells her. She said nothing in return. "Now can you eat already?" He pleaded as he looked into her eyes. "Whatever." She replied. "One more thing. Mrs Sinclair is a businesswoman and someone who shows great interest in the company. She's nothing more and it's so cute seeing you jealous of a woman who isn't single but married." He teased her and she rolled her eyes at him.

I sound pained, I'm aware, but you would be too if your boss says he's headed for a meeting, and you've been outside a hotel room waiting for the meeting to be over while being subjected to listening to moans and grunts. I flip the page as I wait, memorising the names of the companies. Clubs, bars, hotels, hospitals, jewelry and clothings lines, pharmaceuticals, automobiles, hotels, realty, mining, transportation, food production--there is not a single line of business Sinclair Winchester isn't involved in. Investments, tons of them, with absurd amount of profits that'd last for an eternity, and he's in there banging an old hag to finalize another deal. At this rate, I can't decide if he's a