Photoshop Troll James Novels & Stories

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW As I sifted through documents, my tie loose, hair disheveled, and suit jacket off, with papers scattered across my table, James walked in, a friendly smile on his face. "Dude, have you heard from Troy?" he asked, taking a seat in front of me. I ran my hand through my hair, frustration etched on my brows. "Who's Troy?" I replied, genuinely oblivious. James looked puzzled. "Troy Macbeth working with Madame A? Ring a bell?"

“Everything will be perfect.” I felt taken aback by this sudden kindness. “Wow,” I breathed. “Um… Thank you. All of you. Really.” James, however, waved his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing,” he said. “It’s the least we could do in return for that free photoshoot earlier.”

“Someone is spending a lot of money paying the internet commentators to comment and share the news. I’ve checked and the IDs were from foreign countries!” “*sshole!” It was the first time Jackson swore, then he ordered James again. “This has to be settled no matter what.” James promised it would and hung up. Jackson’s heart was feeling edgy, how did things get so bad. James said someone was paying a huge amount to hire the internet trolls. It was obvious that Trina could not have done this, and Fiona have called him to tell him about this, it could not possibly be her doing such a stupid thing, who the f*ck is plotting against him?

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“James is an animal. He has a wife and a kid, and yet he destroyed another woman’s life. I don’t care that he’s dead.” “Shangrila Group should apologize to Taylor!” The clamor at the nurses’ station traveled far. With Winnie’s blood running cold, she held onto the wall to steady herself. “That wasn’t what happened… “Taylor was a sister to James and me. We went to Lilyrose Art Institution to meet with her. At the time, she couldn’t get booked anywhere. “We hired her for an ad campaign and recommended her to a film and television company in the south for better deals.

James' POV Feeling satisfied upon seeing the topic I had paid for shoot up the trending chart, I prepared to turn in for the night. Not even 30 minutes later, Wanda Foster's hurried and heavy footsteps sounded outside the room. "Is this your way of getting revenge, James Gulliver?" she demanded. "Who is she?" She then threw a photo in my face. One half of the photo showed a flirtatious image of me as I lounged on the bed, while the other half of the photo showed my brother, Mason Gulliver, pressing Wanda against a window in an explicit position.

But of course, why would God ever listen to a white seventeen-year-old who had sex dreams about her dad’s best friend? “Good morning,” James said, prowling into my third class as if he owned the entire building. “I am James Fox and your teacher for Design and Colors.” Oh goodie, this was not good for me or my underwear.

“You would say something like that to try and drive a wedge between Liam and me.” “Of course, I want to drive a wedge between Liam and you. What do you think this whole picture business is about?” James laughs. “I don’t think it’s very funny, James. You’re causing a lot of people a lot of pain,” I scold him. “Well, you can expect that photo to be out today. But Liam drove his own wedge this time. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. He’s been circulating your name around the business world with his stamp of approval. He makes you sound so good that I might even consider putting you somewhere in my company other than on your knees under my desk.” James still sounds smug.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you ask me if this is true?" James' eyes were filled with a hint of mockery. "It's just a bunch of petty people fabricating things. Do I need to ask? It's fake. Don't worry Maisie. You have my absolute trust." Hearing James' words, Maisie's eyes trembled slightly. Her expression softened. She raised her phone in front of him and sighed helplessly. "But there's a photo." "What's the big deal about the photo?" James shrugged and smiled. "It's not like it proves anything unless they're showing you in bed with someone."