Joey Fisher Leaks Novels & Stories

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan

I swallowed hard at the painful memory. “I didn’t have the option to resign,” I admitted sadly. “You were released?” Leo asked, wide-eyed. "Something like that," I said, trying to laugh. At least Leo’s direct question had confirmed my suspicion: he hadn’t been the one to leak the information about his father. “I'm sorry, Miss Rossi.” He empathized. “That must have compromised your financial status.” Leo frowned as he stared into the distance. “That organization lacked operational integrity.”

"Ms. Fischer, bad news!" Faye frowned. "What happened?" "Our—our collaboration, the agreement, has been leaked ..." Lincoln was panting. "Social media is full of news and comments condemning Light Moon Designs. What should we do?" "Whose cooperation agreement got leaked?" Faye's expression darkened. "Slow down and take your time to explain."

for so long and the previous leadership had proved capable of handling our assets. This new guy, this Ryan Fisher, from the moment I first saw him, I knew something wasn’t right with him. What Leah had sent hadn’t pointed to him as the culprit but with just enough evidence to let us know that something shady was going on and we needed to act fast or we’d lose more than just money. “We should involve the cops.” I said to Aarav and dropped the file on the table. “Yeah, this is a lot. According to this..." He tapped the table.

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

She clicked a folder and then a video played, a very clear video, “You used the company's computer to change the pages of the documents you sent.” The video played and Aliyah zoomed it in, so everyone could see what Mr Fisher was doing. Mr Fisher looked so shocked, he had actually made sure he shut down the cameras that night when he was about to do it but he was wrong. “You didn't know there were hidden cameras, well here you are.” “I…I…” He stammered. “Mr Fisher, please just confess openly to what you and Mr Manson have done because one more lie and I won't take it easy on the charges I will be pressing, trust me. I am a Kingsley for a reason.”

“You know if my name gets dragged into this, I won’t go down alone.” “Oh, so that’s how this is?” His voice went defensive. “Don’t worry. No one’s trying to burn you. Relax.” I hung up. No use arguing with someone who had nothing to lose. I opened the Notes app and started a list—every name I could remember from that time. Guys who played, coached, booked, even filmed. None of them were clean. All of them were potential leaks. Miles Grady. Tomas Ortega. Reed. Coach Heller. Even that guy Niko, who ran stats.

Two days later, just as I was preparing to get off work, my supervisor, Victor Emmerson, suddenly opened the door to my office and looked at me rather gravely. "Take a look at this, Gavin." He brought his phone over to me. I looked at the screen and saw that it was a live streaming platform, and the person on the livestream was a very familiar face. It was Cade Jefferson. "Don't be fooled by that bastard, Gavin Carter! He's nothing but a piece of shit!" Cade exclaimed in the live stream, his eyes bloodshot and looking slightly deranged. "He only reported Jett Leroy to the authorities because he had an internal scuffle with Jett about splitting profits so that he could play the victim card!"

Alex’s jaw tightened. “Why?” The assistant swallowed, eyes flicking—once—to Jasmine, then snapping back to him. “It’s… it’s the board, sir. And the media team. Something leaked.” The word cut through the air sharper than any accusation. Alex exhaled slowly, the last trace of heat draining from his expression as the CEO snapped fully back into place. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the screen. Jasmine watched his face change.

That was exactly the company she had returned to audit this time. “Aunt Iris, don’t worry about him,” Hailey said. “I’ll take you to that restaurant you love.” During the meal, Iris excused herself to go to the restroom and called her assistant. “Investigate Jeremy Fisher, chairman of Fisher Group. I want everything about his private life.” The assistant moved fast. By the time Iris stepped out of the restaurant, the information had been sent to her phone. As she read through it, her chest tightened, and her eyes misted over.