Jm Sinclair Novels & Stories

I was at the kitchen table, notes scattered like accusations, when Diana’s words still sat heavy in my chest. The doorbell cut through the quiet. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I crossed the apartment on unsteady legs and opened the door. Robert Sinclair stood in the hallway. Fifty-eight years old man. Silver-haired. Built with that quiet authority that didn’t need to announce itself—it simply existed, in the steadiness of his eyes, in the way he filled the doorway without crowding it.

Jack Clement was a tall man with a stern expression. “Mr. Clement?” I said, extending my hand. “I’m Elijah Sinclair. I’ve heard you might have some information about Henry Stanford.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, and he shook my hand firmly. I took a seat across from him, and Jack wasted no time. “Henry. That name still makes my blood boil. He was a master at dodging the authorities, but he left a trail of destruction. When I was with his company, he was involved in all sorts of shady dealings. The man built his fortune on illegal transactions.”

No promises. So a one-night stand with another man wouldn't count as cheating, right? Right. Exactly. She'd done nothing wrong. Nothing at all. *** Meanwhile, at SCA Group's branch. The morning executive meeting had begun like any other--polite small talk over bitter coffee, the usual pre-presentation tension--until the doors burst open. All eyes snapped to the man striding in----Liam Sinclair The Sinclair family owned half the global economy. Not literally, but close enough. With three heirs and one heiress, their influence stretched from Wall Street to Asia.

I'm sure this is why he's so incensed. The fat man, Mr. Sinclair, who was also Daniel Sinclair's uncle, ignored everyone's knowing and mocking gazes, his mind concentrated on making Paul believed that he was speaking the truth. The Sinclairs couldn't afford to have a fallout with the McArthney, especially now that the Abensons, their other major backer, were taking hits after hits from numerous opponents. His family business was quite dependent on the support of Paul's investment firm. Also, although he was a shareholder, his measly 3.17% stakes were not enough to guarantee a foothold in Paul's corporation. Actually, his shares were only in this investment company. The McArthney' businesses

Principal Rollins comes to view and he smiles the moment he sees me. "Hello there Amelia. You finally came. Come in. We have important matters to discuss." he says and I grit my teeth. I look up at Mr Mitchell one last time as he rubs his temples with his eyes shut obviously trying his best not to look at me. I sigh and walk in pass him. He steps out of the office and shuts the door after him.

*** My eyes snapped open. I was back in my office. And back in the present. My whiskey sat untouched in my hand as the city glowed beneath me. But all I could see was Liam and all I could hear was his voice. I’m going to do it. I clenched my jaw. And stared out into the night. James Sinclair had forgotten. He had moved on. He had built for himself a life. He had a company. He has a family and a future. While all Liam had gotten was a grave.

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

Not the withered version I met 3 years back. 'This is Henry William Sinclair, the determination behind Sinclair Enterprises. Before him, it was just a small company with hardly 30 employees under it. He took it in his hand and made it to a nation-wide enterprise. Currently, holds 20 percent of shares in it. Which is a major power to a guy, who didn't step foot in it for 20 years? Very strict. Follows tradition with reverence. Made some harsh decisions regarding company welfare. Nothing discreditable. As straight-laced as they come. Lives outside of the city with his wife, who is a viral company's daughter at that time. To my knowledge, still holds some sway in the company', he briefed me.