Pretty Secrets Em Moore Novels & Stories

But it seemed he sensed my hesitation immediately. He chuckled lightly. "Don’t worry, Eve. I don’t have any hidden agenda. I’m just an old shareholder of Moore Group—curious about what’s going on behind the scenes. I won’t interfere in anything." Of course, I wasn’t about to trust him so easily. I let out a dry laugh. "Mr. Moore, Pierse said you could help me get my money back. Is that true?" The old man chuckled again, his tone full of confidence. "Yes. What’s rightfully yours will be returned to you."

He will wait out me. “The Director wants the code.” He says it to Damian, not to me, as though I am only the asset on the table. As though I cannot hear him over my own dying. “The full Moore sequence, written out whole. Aris hid the key in his daughter's marrow, and it reads clear only at full Sovereign expression, which is now, while she burns out in front of you. Speak the code into the injector's log, and I let you press it.” A smile, gentle and terrible.

“Michael Moore. Arrested in 2008 for securities fraud and embezzlement. Sentenced to fifteen years. Died in prison in 2012 of a heart attack. His daughter was…” “She was six years old when he was arrested,” Cassandra finished, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Ten when he died. She must be able to remember what happened and carry the shame.” She set down the report and looked up at Derek. “And you're certain the media doesn't know about this yet?” “I am very sure because Moore is a common name, and Elara's mother made use of her maiden name after the arrest. The connection isn't obvious unless you're specifically looking for it.”

I said, looking at the screen. It was pictures of a high-tech hospital with a man who had machine tubes hanging out from every corner of him. “Mr Moore” “He is dead…” “Not according to our investigations, sir." I felt my heart drop because even though he was not done talking, I could already feel how big a scandal this was going to be. “Mrs Moore has had him hidden all these years." “He is alive."

She was too focused on cutting the dead weight and making it clear — she wasn’t some puppet girlfriend who landed the position by accident. She was the one calling the shots now. Just as she leaned forward to address the next issue, the door cracked open. Alaya turned. The secretary stepped inside nervously, clutching a folder. “Miss Moore,” she said quietly. “Mr. Malik Westwood is requesting your presence outside. He says it’s urgent.” Alaya glanced back at the board. “Gentlemen,” she said, rising, “I’ll return shortly.” She stepped out into the hallway, the sound of her heels bouncing against the floors.

Moore? “While Arthur was alone with Mrs. Moore, it seems they had a bit of a... should I say... discussion... over Paulette’s welfare,” Sir Caldwell continued. When Stephen made move to stand he motioned him to remain seated. “This actually turned out to be a good thing. For during the course of their heated conversation a very important secret came forth. It is one that promises to alter the lives of many for the better.” Stephen tossed his brandy down his throat and accepted Sir Caldwell’s gesture for a refill while he waited for him to continue. Seeing no tasteful way to present the information, Sir Caldwell blurted it out in blunt fashion. “The fact is, my dear man, that Mrs. Moore marr

Gracie stopped at her track. " you're going to go and do what? You want to crash everything? That's just you taking out your own feelings. It won't be helping Jade at all. Do you remember? When we were in the can, do you remember that Darryl Granny in the cell next door? That granny is a documentation forgery expert. There's no technician in the country that she doesn't know. Let's contact her, and the bastard who made a fake death certificate, and a fake adoption paper, let's go find that bastard. _________

“What do you mean, you know?” “You’ve always been a bright boy, I tried telling your silly uncle that there was more to you than what meets the eye, but he wouldn’t listen so I figured you would come out and tell us when you were ready.” She smiled knowingly. “So tell me Deagan, what is it that you really do?” She encouraged him. “I’m the majority owner of D’Heart Incorporated.” Grandma Lacy’s smile widened.

There was an underlying message. "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked. "You know a couple of secrets?" I stared and got lost in my mind for a moment. Did I know secrets? Hell yeah I did. I knew who Amy and Mya's mother was. I knew the truth about baby Aaron's paternity test. And I knew about Chad and Amy's secret romance. So yeah...I knew some secrets. I looked over at Justin. "Did you know who Chad's first girlfriend was?" He looked at me for a moment, and then looked away.

"Kevin, this document needs your signature. Next Tuesday, Mr. Moore from the Ocean Trading Group will be coming over. He is not very popular. He is a dirty old pervert. I'm afraid the women from East Bannpool can't handle him!" "Then look for William and ask him to get someone beautiful and unimportant. Isn't plastic surgery the trend nowadays? Find him someone that looks like a celebrity. We will see how it goes! If things go well, then all's fine and done. I have to admit, Ocean Trading doesn't have a good reputation, and I don't like Mr. Moore. It's a little depressing having to work with them long-term. However, there is something he can help us with. He's familiar with many things relat