Lester Sinclair Novels & Stories

Jack Clement was a tall man with a stern expression. “Mr. Clement?” I said, extending my hand. “I’m Elijah Sinclair. I’ve heard you might have some information about Henry Stanford.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, and he shook my hand firmly. I took a seat across from him, and Jack wasted no time. “Henry. That name still makes my blood boil. He was a master at dodging the authorities, but he left a trail of destruction. When I was with his company, he was involved in all sorts of shady dealings. The man built his fortune on illegal transactions.”

“Celeste, with the recent leaks about Mr. Sinclair’s past conduct, do you feel your message has been compromised?” She didn’t hesitate. “No.” The moderator blinked. “No?” She nodded. “Clean Slate is about transparency. About telling the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable. Damien Sinclair’s past is no secret now, and I won’t defend the mistakes he made, b ut I also won’t pretend that people can’t change. He’s the first man I’ve seen dismantle his own empire to prove it.” A soft murmur spread through the audience. Another reporter stood. “Are you still romantically involved?”

Liam raised his hand. "I know this is shocking. I know it raises questions about the company's past leadership and practices. All I can say is this. My father, Astor Sinclair, built this company through ruthless and often illegal means. He valued profit over people. Power over ethics. I am not my father. And Sinclair Corporation will not be his company anymore. We're starting over. Building something better. It won't be easy. It won't be quick. But it will be right." More questions. More flashing cameras. Liam answered what he could, deflected what he couldn't, and maintained the calm, professional demeanor that Gerald had coached him on.

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

Zachary muttered puzzled. "That's not my uncle's business so he wouldn't care if someone else did." I said as Zachary nodded. "So who's the psychopath ?" Zachary asked. "Sinclair." I answered, the room was quiet for a sec. "How is that possible, what's even his reason ?" Zachary questions. I sighed sucking in some breaths. "To stay relevant, we might have stolen a greedy amount of spotlight so getting us almost killed was a way of redirecting the spotlight. He's used the opportunity to decorate my ward with gifts, I had to come here in order to breath." I complained in the end. "So I almost died because some jackass wanted to stay relevant ?" Zachary said furrowing his brows.

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."

The reporter drones. “The older Mr Sinclair is now being charged with the murder of up-and-coming business man, James Weldon, who was found dead at his son, Leonel Sinclair’s, notorious Sinclair Soirée.”

Jocelyn said, waving his hand. At this time, Elvis entered the door. Elvis was Gloria's elder brother. He was now Commander Wen at such a young age. He could be said to be very young and promising. The Sinclair family had been promoted from Gloria's grandfather to their generation. Her father, Jocelyn City, was the leader of the Sinclair family. Her brother had joined the army early, but now he was only 20 years old. He was already the commander of the Sinclair family, and his achievements in the future were limitless.

Sinclair walked over to the counter, his eyes lingering on me, but he got no response, then he turned his head towards Keith for answers instead. “That's the reason he's always here. So get used to it.” Keith said. Sinclair nodded, turning to me again. “Hey, want some smoke?” “No thanks, that stuff does something nasty to my body system." Keith chimed in, "Yeah, makes him do really stupid things he'd regret after a hangover.” Sinclair nodded again. I leaned towards the wooden counter, placing my elbows on it. "So tell me, you once said you lost your child right?” I asked Sinclair. He nodded, paying close attention. “And I suppose you have a Luna, yeah?"

He was alone, just himself in a coat that was not the press appearance coat and with the specific quality of a man who had made a decision and was done reconsidering it. He walked to the testimony table. He stood beside Lennon. He did not speak right away. He looked at the board. He looked at the press area, he looked at the journalist her recorder and the two cameras. He looked at all of it and he did not manage his expression for any of it. He looked at Hargrove. "I would like to add testimony," he said. "Your name for the record." "Senator David Kessler." He paused. "Lennon's father."