Prank Call Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

Jacob’s POV The issue at the company had been resolved. A few company apologies and lunches to repair minor damages. The call from Bart Burton was unexpected and mildly unwelcome. Although he wanted to take the lead on these dinners, he couldn’t help but be curious about his father-in-law’s call. Jacob sat on the small stone patio outside his office, sipping his cappuccino and looking over the city. Bart sat across from him. “I don’t have a lot of time. How much do you need this time?” Jacob asked. His tone dismissive.

" the voice sound urgent that I can't help but feel anxious. "How should I know that you are not lying to me? For all I know this could all be a twisted prank for some show. Are you from Jimmy kimmel's show? " "I assure you that this is not a prank. It is every bit of reality. And I would like to remind you that you are halfway done of becoming a part of the French royalty." "This is insane!" I signaled a thumbs up at Elle as she asked me about the call. She just shook her head at me before Gabe ushered Jacob inside the house with her.

Jacob went back to his room, heard the phone ring, and glanced at it again. Found that there was another friend adding verification, the remark read: I am James. He covered his phone, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes. What woke him up was a series of phone ringing. Jacob sat up and saw that the sky outside had darkened, the room was dark, and only the mobile phone screen was shining. Caller ID was a strange number in SL City. Jacob stared at it for two seconds and picked it up. Kathy's cry sounded instantly in the receiver. She seemed to be drunk, sounding dazed, "Jacob, you finally answered my phone. I have to use someone else's number to contact you. "

Though he had constantly reminded me about it, I always ended up forgetting, saying I'd call him later. Having my dad’s number stuck in my brain, I dialed it, and it rang a few times before he answered. "Hello. Who is this?" he asked, and I chuckled. Feeling bored, I decided to prank my dad a little to see what his reaction would be. "Hello. Are we speaking to Mr. Jacob Sanders?" I asked in a tone he won't recognize. "Yes, this is he. Who are you?" he asked. I suppressed my laughter so he wouldn't catch me in the act.

he took his phone and dialled a number on the phone as the call connect her heard a men's angry voice with a woman moaning voice. the other person on the phone shouted " what the hell jack? why did you call me at his hour? the reason should be good or I will kill you bastard " jack with a smile said " sir Walt I have a very good reason to call you at this moment. we found Patrick smith the young master of the smith family "

His mind felt empty and sluggish for a few seconds. Beneath the unforgiving fluorescent lights, his commanding yet melancholic presence created a striking silhouette. Suddenly, his phone's monotonous ringtone shattered the silence in the parking lot, dispersing the heavy atmosphere. Jordan slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the caller ID, which displayed an unfamiliar number. "Hello," Jordan answered. "Mr. Lancaster," the club manager's voice echoed on the line. "We've carried out your directives and canceled the swimsuit party." "Excellent, thank you. I'll take responsibility for any financial losses. Just send me the bill," Jordan responded.

“I guess you asked him to come when you were attacked today?” Jacob nodded and waited for what Harold would say next. He also wondered why Stanley didn’t receive the call after calling him. Their SOP (standard operating procedure) was after a missed call, the one who got the call would call back. “He might get a tip from Lee.” Harold patted his chin. “I wonder if he will make it harder when you tell all of your syndicate leaders about selling and transferring the underworld business to me.” “Damn!” Jacob clenched his fist. “Because he didn’t come with the team, we lost Art. I can’t forgive him!”

Everyone Aria had trusted. "Three people made suspicious calls during or immediately after your announcement about The Architect." Rodriguez highlighted the names. "Rebecca Cho called a blocked number at 7:23 PM. Sophia Martinez texted someone at 7:31 PM. And Marcus—" she paused. "Leon's Marcus made a call at 7:47 PM to a number registered in the Cayman Islands." There was silence in the room. The color faded from Leon's face. "No." His voice was hardly audible. "Marcus wouldn't—"The duration of the call was forty-three seconds.

"But why'd she turn him down? I heard she's super nice to him. Bet she likes him too." Julia gave a sly smile. "No clue. But get this—someone said during a meeting, she totally spaced out. Then outta nowhere, she starts telling people she's married... and has a daughter yay tall." She held up her hand. "Now people think she's cracked from the stress." I raised a brow. "Seriously? That bad? Is that even true?" Julia nodded fast. "Swear. My friend's an intern there. She saw—" She froze, eyes darting behind me. "Hi, Ms. Reid."

he replied in a sarcastic tone and put his loudspeaker on before he put it down and continued to type in his laptop. “I can’t go out, I’ve been having lots of paper works here. Or you could help me here instead?” the voice from the other line teasingly laughed. “You are the head of that company, Cas. I am one of your employees but surely not a secretary or apprentice.” “Then just go to that place, Kuya. Brooke is also your friend, why don’t you go there and chat for a bit?” he reasoned out. “Yeah, and she was also the owner. Just tell me directly that you want to get some free cookies, don’t act like you really cared for our friendship.” He turned the call off when he heard the man’s merry l