Novel & Cerita Our Thing Nicci Harris

Harris Greer was a known adversary of the DeMarques in the candidacy for city mayor and Sienna saw potential in an alliance with him "Ms. Williams, thank you for meeting with me," Harris replied, shaking her hand firmly. He was a tall man in his early forties, with a determined look in his eyes that Sienna liked. "Please, call me Sienna," she said, taking a seat at the head of the table. Damien settled in beside her, his presence a steadying influence. "Alright, Sienna," Harris said, a slight smile on his face. "Let's get down to business. I think we can both agree that the DeMarques have had their run, and it's time for a change."

"I won't tell anyone," Poppy promised Nicole, covering her mouth. "Only you." Nicole didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She accepted the apple and gave Poppy two candies in return. Her WhatsApp chimed. It was Beatrice Blair. [Nicole, the first floor is more than halfway underwater. If it reaches the second floor, could Hughie and I stay with you for a bit?] Beatrice was a competitive athlete, a national collegiate kickboxing champion. Hughie Norman was her live-in boyfriend.

Stacia Harris dropped the stack of folders and notes on the table before him with a heavy deliberate and disrespectful thunk, waiting as the police officers who’d escorted Johansen here left the room, closing the door securely behind them. The grating of her metal chair against the cement floor set him on edge, even more than her passive aggressive attitude and her utter disinterest in and lack of empathy for the bitter humiliations he was suffering, and Nick Johansen had more than once itched to close his fingers around her thin neck and squeeze the life out of her.

It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

While Fadz was out of the vehicle to get Nicole a pint of mint choco ice cream, Nicole received a call from the Head officer of the Swimming Department, Chadwick Gibson. “Good morning, sir!” Nicole politely greeted the caller. “Did you see the news this morning, Miss Parker?” Mister Gibson asked with obvious excitement in his tone. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, sir,” Nicole answered in the same tone as she did the moment she greeted the caller.

Day 14 Training room Same podium Same photo of Victor Reed on the defense table New kind of tired Agent Collins walked in No coffee No smile Week 1 was warm up Week 2 is war she said Nico first She pointed Defense attorney Me She switched jackets Her whole face changed Became a shark Mr Carter Isn’t it true You were angry your father sent you to military school Yes Isn’t it true You stole money from him before you ran No Isn’t it true You’re testifying because the FBI paid you Nico gripped the podium No sir No sir what NO SIR I AM NOT BEING PAID Louder NO Good She switched again Now she was soft Crying Mr Carter Your father loves you Why are you doing this to him Nico stared Because he’s a k

**** Nikki's POV I strutted out of the woods, feeling the thrill of my plan coursing through me. Yes! I’m Nikki, the queen. I’d orchestrated this perfectly, and if everything went as planned, Hailey would rot in that hole, left to be nothing but a whisper in the trees. She’d dared to cross me, to steal what’s rightfully mine—my spotlight, my attention. No one messes with Nikki and walks away unharmed. Now, she will be food for the wild!

I hide behind a large armchair. Nicole walked in, looking radiant in an all black suit with her hair pulled back in a slick bun. “Oh, Nicole! I didn’t expect you,” Harper said in a really sweet voice. What the hell was happening? Since when did Harper grovel for Nicole? I wondered. Nicole ignored her, taking a seat in a chair opposite the couch. “I think I saw a car down the road,” she said. “It looked like one of those cars Luke or Alexa usually use.”

Harrison's son and his fiancée was thrilling. As she looked at the designs, Nicole couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had always been a huge fan of Mr. Harrison's son, who was a famous author. She had read all his books and had always dreamed of meeting him one day. Little did she know, she had already met him, and he was the same person who had hurt her so deeply. Gage Harrison.

“It’s an abandoned house. Just a rusted mailbox outside. Cameras in the area have been down for months.” “That's too convenient,” I grunted, “I think Miss Hawthorne's just the messenger and working for someone. Someone who doesn't want to be found,” Nico said and I nodded. That was definitely the case. She had felt so god-damned familiar too. “What about the feed from the cameras at the airport?” “Well, I didn't find Miss Hawkins, but I found something you need to see,” Nico replied, turning his phone towards me. The video from a security camera played and my brows furrowed.