Poc Face Claims Novels & Stories

A few chuckles ripple through the room, but the next question slams into us like a truck. “The fight between you two was one of the most intense altercations we’ve seen this season. There are rumors it was personal. Can you confirm if the fight had anything to do with your relationship?” I grip the edge of the table, my jaw tightening. Before I can speak, Rook leans forward. “Mercer here thought I leaked those pictures. He was wrong, obviously, but instead of using his words like a functioning adult, he decided to punch me in the face. Repeatedly.”

the internet clerk handled their outrage casually. “Just refund us, Paco,” they even tried negotiating. “Sure, then I will own all your game accounts and take the prizes. Should that sound right?” Paco loaded their argument which made them hold back. “Never mind. We’ll just wait for the time out and leave this place.”

I asked her as she was standing beside me looking like she wanted to eat his face. “For now, and I agree, we don't want to advertise what we are doing. Is the whole pack here yet?” She looked up at me as she asked. “No, we still have just under half still coming, so, the potential for more is there unfortunately.” I growled at that idea. I saw the man in question look up and then turn and leave, obviously having gotten the message from Marcus.

"You do know that your reputation has taken some deadly hits, Lord Apolyon." "We're not here for my life history, Temica. I won't take part in any of the shit going on. It's my decision, and nobody will force me into doing what I don't want to." He clears up Tamica's misconception. I don't know what they are talking about. But whatever it is, I'm certain it isn't about a holiday or vacation. "Now let's go ahead, Tamica. I told you I would come, I'm here now."

Ruby’s POV The news came early the next morning. Pete Carson had been taken into custody. Falsifying account books, forging financial statements, multiple counts of fraud. There was even mention of a prior unresolved harassment complaint. Apparently, I wasn’t his first victim. I stared at the screen of my phone for a long time. There were no details about the incident last night—nothing about the forest, or his attempt to chase me down—but the charges were enough to bury him. And just like that, the brand collaboration was dead. No more Pete. No more forced pitch. No more pretending.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

“Just smoke. I’ll bring the fire later.” He gave a low whistle. “Got it. I’ll make it subtle.” “Do it fast.” I ended the call and wiped the water off my desk with my sleeve. Justice isn’t given. It’s taken. By five p.m., the world started to catch fire. My TV blinked on with breaking news. “Parker Industries faces allegations of corporate fraud and financial irregularities.” Barry’s face filled the screen, red and panicked. He was surrounded by cameras, shouting something about “false accusations” and “political sabotage.”

“—they’ve stolen a patented formula.” Silence filled the room. The weight of the accusation hung heavy in the air. Cassie’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind already moving, dissecting every word. “Not just that,” Roel continued on the screen, his voice dripping with satisfaction, “Pierce Corporation has also been exposed for engaging in dirty tactics—under-the-table negotiations to secure bidding contracts.” He let out a mocking chuckle, shaking his head as if in disappointment. “Pierce Corporation is not what we all thought it was,” he went on.

He wore a dark gray coat, with a smile in his eyes, though nothing about his gaze felt cheap. He placed a folder on my desk. "A Prescott Group subsidiary has been spreading false claims that our products are counterfeit. The evidence chain is mostly solid." I skimmed a few pages. "This is actionable." "Can we win?" "Depends on the evidence." Nathan propped his chin on his hand. "You're just like you were in college." I looked up. "We knew each other in college?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember me?" "No."

“Serious ones.” A pause. Let them sit in it. “I want to be clear—those allegations are false.” Cameras flashed. Pens moved. Phones lifted. I didn’t look away. “My company operates within the law. Every transaction, every record, every process—documented and verifiable.” Truth. The real kind. Not the version Aiden had built. “We are cooperating fully with the authorities,” I added. “And we are conducting our own internal review to identify how these claims were constructed.”