Joey Fisher Leaks Novels & Stories

"I-I mean, he's the only one aware of my secret that could also help you make your way to the agency." "Hmm." Mitch placed his hand on his chin while looking at me with doubts. "I thought I'd be getting ahead of that guy." He clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes. Even though Mitch was hesitant, he still agreed with what I wanted, and I quickly got a schedule where I could meet Joey as Lia. Lean was reluctant to give me permission since it'll be a big issue if the media learned of this. It might stain Lia's reputation, but let's not be pessimistic about it. In the end, Lean went with what I wanted. I just hope Joey would feel immense happiness by this.

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.”

Unfazed, Yuna stood before Blake. She mocked him, "Blake, have you forgotten about what you and Lester did in Mr. Fisher's club?" That immediately stirred him up. She continued, "Everyone in the Jefton State knows how close Mr. Fisher and Mr. Jenkins are. After Mr. Fisher blacklisted you, do you think Mr. Jenkins will no longer care about it? All because he wanted to make some money? Mr. Jenkins sponsored the Feron company because of my previous partnership with him."

We've called a conference and the lights are flashing. "Have you heard?" a reporter announces as Atlas helps me step out of the vehicle. "Fisher Pharmaceuticals has just announced that they are also releasing a cure. There are accusations that your cure was stolen from them and that they are demanding retribution. What do you have to say, MR. Steele." "No comment," he speaks to the camera. "If you'll excuse us, we are mourning our son." The press goes wild. "What happened? Atlas! Speak up!" With his eyes looking straight ahead, he speaks very clearly so that everyone can hear. "The Fisher vaccine is a fake. And he destroyed his facility just to prove it."

And if the lengths someone went to cover it up were anything to go by… Then maybe President Jay wasn’t sick. Maybe he was part of something that could blow the whole Hale empire to pieces Elijah drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, lost in his own storm of thoughts, when his phone buzzed against the console. One of his informants. He answered with a clipped, “Talk.” “Boss, something you should know,” the voice on the other end said. “Alex Fisher arrived in the city last night.” Elijah’s brows furrowed. “Fisher? As in that Fisher?” Well his arrival isn’t a big deal he thought…

We repaid our eyes to Jason as he looms his eyes around, trying to gather his thoughts. Leonardo saw this as an avenue to prove that every accusation alleged to him are a big lie, his says and I quote, "ladies and gentlemen of the press, I, fabian fisher, hereby declares any accusations leveled against me to be untrue, I never had a hand in trying to kill Mr. Jason hart, year's ago.

She stared at me for a second, her face empty of hope, before she slowly got to her feet and walked out of the room like a defeated shadow. I let out a harsh breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the annoying burn of her tears. Not even ten minutes later, my personal cell phone buzzed loudly on the desk. I swiped the screen, seeing the name of my sports agent, Marcus, flashing on the display. "What do you want, Marcus? I'm not in the mood," I muttered into the receiver, pulling open a drawer just to have something to do with my hands. "Raxon, have you seen the news blogs?" Marcus asked, his voice sounding desperate on the other end. "The local police report for Leo's c

He just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his jaw tightening more with every passing second. When it ended, he let out a breath. “Jesus.” “Yeah.” "They had it planned from the start?" I nodded. “Every piece of it.” He ran his hand over his face. "Then we need to do something." “I was hoping you'd say that,” I said quietly. “Because I can’t do this alone.” Leo took out his phone. "I know someone. A journalist. Real, sharp, and she’s owed me since I helped her leak that whistleblower report two years ago.”

“He already tried.” “No,” Jayden said quickly. “That was just the start. He has people still loyal to him. Hackers, small-time brokers, people who owe him favors from before his arrest. He’s been setting up false investment links under shell companies. He wants to leak your data directly to the press.” Fred’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it eyes widening. “Leo.” Leo turned. Fred lifted his phone, the live feed flashing across the screen. “They got him.” “What?”