Novel & Cerita Joey Fisher Leaks

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

But then, as if the words had been waiting in my throat for the right moment to leap out, I said, “Have you heard about the leaked information and the photos?” The change in him was instant. His face sharpened, his posture straightened, and the pleasant ease between us shattered. “What photos?” I hesitated. “Louis told me yesterday. Someone has been leaking information from the company, including things about the AI project. And… there are personal photos. Of Damian, of Emily, of others. Even of me. Of Oscar.” His jaw tightened so sharply I heard his teeth click. “And no one thought to tell me?” “I didn’t know you didn’t know,” I said quickly, my pulse jumping. “I assumed—”

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!"

The security footage of Joey deliberately spilling the protein shake and blaming me played side by side with her tearful performance outside the exam hall, every detail sharp and clear. "And there's this!" A girl stood up holding her phone in the air. On the screen was a screenshot from the class group chat, with messages Joey had sent last year still right there in the chat history. "What's the point of studying? Eloise can work as hard as she wants. The answers end up being mine anyway." "I can sleep through every class and still place in the top ten. She's basically my free answer machine." Someone had even dug up messages where Joey had bragged to her friends about having a "special abil

The room gradually quieted as all eyes turned to him. This was the moment that would define everything. The once carefree younger son of the family was about to speak as a leader. "I understand everyone's concerns," Jackson began, his voice steady and clear. "I know that the videos circulating online are embarrassing for the company and for me personally." He paused, looking directly at each board member in turn. "But I want to be absolutely clear about something. I did not leak those videos. I was not involved in making them public. I am as much a victim in this situation as anyone else."

“Keep going.” Leandro’s voice sped up, his hands gesturing wildly. “So Ricky called me back and said he talked to our cousin in Atlanta, Joey. Joey’s tight with Jameston, right? Turns out Jameston’s been laid up for weeks, in physical therapy because of some crash. Joey and Jameston had a chat, and Joey called Ricky and told him Jameston’s retiring and done with the game. Then Ricky called me, and I said, ‘Damn, that’s wild,’ and I slipped—total accident, swear to God—and mentioned you’re crashing at my place in Athens. I didn’t know Ricky would blab to Joey, and Joey’s got a big mouth, and somehow it got to someone who told Don Hugo. I didn’t mean for this, Aidan!”

She won’t ignore this. I press call and lift the phone to my ear, listening to the dial tone stretch on. Just as I expect it to go to voicemail, the line clicks open. “What now?” Her voice is sharp, tired, like she’s already exhausted by the idea of dealing with me. I press my eyes shut. “It was Paul.” Silence. Then, a slow exhale. “What the hell are you talking about?” “The leak,” I say, keeping my voice steady even though my stomach knots just saying it out loud. “The pictures. The videos. He did it.”

His palm slammed against the conference table with such force that several glasses nearly toppled. One of his men, pale and visibly trembling, dared to speak. “S-sir… the evidence is already out. At least part of it. They haven’t released it to the media, but word is Joshua’s lawyers have already submitted it in court as supporting evidence.” Jaeyoon’s breath came fast and harsh, his chest heaving. “That bastard! How the hell did they get this far? Who leaked our channels?” Another man tried to calm him, though his voice shook. “We checked sir. It doesn’t look like an inside job. More like Joshua’s working directly with the authorities. Maybe police… or even special auditors.”

Charlotte was a bit puzzled, "...this Ms. Fischer seems to really like going into the wrong rooms." Joslyn has been in the industry for about ten years, and in her scandalous past, she accidentally walked into the rooms of big shots three times. And this is just what's been exposed, not to mention what hasn't been exposed yet. She thought about the time Leandro trended on T*****r, blinked, and kind of understood what he meant: "So, Ms. Fischer accidentally walked into your room this time too?"

We were halfway through the facility when my phone exploded with messages. Not from the boy. From Rebecca. "Eva, what the hell did you do?" "What are you talking about?" "Check the news. Check social media. Check anywhere." Her voice was shaking. Furious. "Someone leaked everything. Every conversation we had about Project Blackstone. Every plan we discussed. Every club we contacted for resistance. It is everywhere." Subject Seven pulled up news feeds on his phone. I looked over his shoulder and felt my stomach drop.