Joe Pickett Review Novels & Stories

Because Reiner will look after their mansion. "Joe! Don't let that car 500 metres away lose track of us." "Good boss." Joe replied. Joe rarely brought his boss along, but from the sounds of it, Jonathan and Reiner were his closest confidants. Joe began to learn to understand his boss's attitude. Joe is an expert in weaponry and Jonathan got it from an auction in Russia at that time. "Keep standing your ground Joe. Help Theo to get the upper hand on you." "I understand boss. Thank you for believing in me."

"Make things up? If you've got nothing to hide, then take a test." Felicity froze, as if her throat had been locked tight. The tears just hung there, neither falling nor stopping. When Joe saw her reaction, he seemed to realize something, and his face darkened. Peter had no interest in dragging it out any longer. He simply had someone escort them both out. As they were being taken away, he looked at Joe and said one last thing. "I'll be reporting your absence from duty. You've got eyes, but you're blind where it counts. You're stubborn and set in your ways. I'm very disappointed in you."

"Here, take the seat then. You choose. Our President Winter has a discerning eye and unique taste, so it's you who can handle this!" "Fine." Joe did not say another word, just sat down at the computer. "Pick five," Gale reminded. They watched as Joe clicked the mouse swiftly, selecting five photos in a flash. "Okay, done." "Are you sure you looked carefully?" "I went through them once." "Once is enough?" Joe shrugged. "Isn't it?" Gale looked at Summer. "You tell me, did your boyfriend choose carefully enough!" "Um, cough, cough, well..." Summer slapped Joe's shoulder heavily. "Be serious!"

"I have scorned the chatter. I have focused on what matters: the future of this company, and the future of the people who depend on it." He turned his head, a slow, calculated movement, until he was looking directly at Davidson. The camera followed his gaze. "This gentleman," Joe's voice deepening with a pride that could not be faked, breaking in its sincerity, "is Davidson Ekon. You have read his writing. You have seen his mind. But I have seen his character. I have seen his courage. And I have seen his heart." Davidson took a deep breath, meeting Joe's eyes. The love and blind faith he saw there was as tangible a thing as gravity.

Joe’s POV Whew… so this was what winning felt like. I leaned back in the leather chair, as a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face as I replayed the video in my head. The lighting, the tone, the perfect mix of heartbroken husband and noble fighter. Damn, I’d nailed it. Maybe I should quit the family business and become an actor. Oscar-worthy performance right there. Joe, you're the bomb. I laughed softly, stroking my beard, the coarse hairs rasping under my fingers. That bitch really thought she could win. That she could make a fool out of me, Joe Pritchett. She was fucking joking.

I nervously asked, "Joe, did I offend you?" Joe's expression softened, almost as if the tension had eased. "I'm sorry, Becky," he said, "No, you didn't insult me at all. In fact, I think you're an interesting person. I'm so glad I came today. I didn't want to, but then I found out that this was your home. I hope it doesn't sound too creepy. You're the only one I've met here who wasn't looking for information, so I find you interesting. I'm a private person, and I keep things to myself. But I'll answer your questions for you. If you can promise me that whatever we talk about, we'll keep it private, even from your husband."