Joey Fisher Leaks Novels & Stories

Joey let out a giggle. I was so shocked that almost soon after he spoke, I accidentally spit up the wine that I had been drinking in my mouth. Because this is something that is still a secret between my family and Isla's family, I had no idea how they found out about it. "Where did you guys get that information?" I asked in a hurry while simultaneously making direct eye contact with both of them. "Oh, come on, Fergus! Have you completely forgotten that Joey and I have access to all of the information in this city? We can acquire the most recent news in a flash because of the resources at our disposal." Tom retorted with a high degree of assurance.

“Have you figured out how they found out, and what they know about it exactly?” Joe rose to his full length, his breathing less erratic now, and said, “I made some calls. Someone has leaked the news to the press. They know everything…” He waited for Noah to come to terms with the feared confirmation, letting him vent a few curses before continuing. “But because of your past and claim of being infertile—” “It’s not just a claim,” Noah interrupted, fuming from every pore. “It was medically proven!” Joe glanced at Noah in reprimand for interrupting him. “As I was saying, because of exactly that, they’re having a hard time believing that Chris is yours.”

He glanced at the screen, and the muscles in his jaw locked into a rigid line. "What is it?" Tiffany asked, instantly sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Julian stared at the caller ID, his eyes turning to glittering shards of ice. "It's Leo. And if he's calling on this secure line at midnight, it means Nathaniel didn't just target your boutique client." "What did he do?" Tiffany demanded, a cold dread pooling in her stomach. "He just leaked the internal financials of Everhart Designs to the financial press," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, deadly register. "He's trying to manufacture a federal investigation into your agency's startup capital."

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.”

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.

Before Cyrus could finish speaking, Lesley interrupted, "I hate Fisher Corp. None of my companies will ever work with them!" Cyrus frowned in confusion. "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about Fisher Corp?" He glanced at Elara and suddenly seemed to realize something. Turning back to Lesley, he asked, "Did Ms. Jones say something to you? Something bad about us? "Mr. Lupone, please don't misunderstand. Ms. Jones knows nothing about Fisher Corp, and she has a terrible relationship with my boss. Mr. Fisher has always hoped to hire you with a generous offer to coach Ms. Niamh in racing. Please reconsider..."

I just needed to play this game right, and maybe…maybe he would release me. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “Jeremy shouldn’t have left you. You are the one for him. I’ll leave him, Chris. But please…let me go.” He laughed again, the sound scraping across my nerves. “Oh, I’m not a fool. That video I leaked at your stepdad’s dinner didn’t even separate you two. Then I knew… nothing else could stop it.” My stomach dropped. “You… did that?” “Oh, Teyana,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I’ve done so many things… you’d be horrified for the last ten minutes of your life if you knew.”