Novel & Cerita Rory Jackson

Josh was the first to flinch seeing me and next was Bree and Layla, followed by Sam. “Good morning everyone, my name is Rory Harrison, the new nutrition and organization manager and I will be presenting my proposal today.” And my eyes finally settled on Declan, speechless he looked at me, his parted but words didn't come through. Horror splashed on his face. I smiled, “Good Morning, Mr Declan.” I greeted, intentionally.

The casual look softened his usually aloof demeanor, making him seem more youthful and energetic. One hand in his pocket, the other holding a golf club, he turned his head slightly when he noticed Renee. His sharp gaze swept toward Luke with a flicker of warning and displeasure. That single look was enough to make Luke break into a cold sweat. "Haha! Well, if it isn't Renee! What a coincidence. Are you here for a round of golf too?" The man speaking was Chris Jackson, head of Cloudron Group. Renee had dealt with him a few times back when she was still at Ascend Group.

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.

Rory has worked at Sephora at the mall all through college and is leaving to move to New York after getting a job at Dior in their corporate office, otherwise known as her dream job. “Well, you are their favorite employee. It’s going to be hard to replace you,” I tell her as I sip my margarita. My eyes pan the room, looking for Theo and I spot him in the corner talking to some of the guys that played football in high school and one who played in college and I assume he’s giving advice about going pro. His eyes aren’t on me, so I take the time to ogle him for a moment until Rory smacks my arm.

Apart from those, he wasn't such a man of big stature. "My name is Jackson. I am the boss of The Thrill. You are Raymond. She is Grace, the zombie fighter. Aren't you thrilled?" Jackson stretched his hand to shake hands with Raymond. Raymond refused to take it. "It's okay, if you don't shake hands. You're still bathing in hot surprise" he walked away from them. An iron cage dropped over the two of them immediately Jackson moved away from them. "I won't want you to think of yourselves as prisoners. I just hate losing my men easily and carelessly. They are like brothers to me" he put his hand on his heart emotionally.

He chuckles, "Oh, but you are. “How? How come I'm being forced into this? "The only person Rory cares about is you. Let me give you a brief description of Rory: he lacks fear. He will pass away contently because he never feared that man. The only way to win over a guy like that is by appealing to his passions; before his parents passed away, it was you. He stares at the house as he speaks, so I click the buttons. I have a brief window of time to make the call. He turns back to stare at me as I swipe the red bar as soon as it appears and tuck my hand behind my back.

Eva led him through the first door into a small room, which contained a desk, two chairs, and a single occupant. Leo studied the successor to the Rogue King. Rory was unassuming in every way. He had mouse brown hair, light tan skin, and dull greenish brown eyes. He wore a worn flannel shirt and blue jeans. He smelled faintly of smoke and concrete dust. He could have been any wolf from any pack. “So,” Rory said, hitching his hip up on the desk and crossing his arms. “You're the bastard who murdered my father.” Leo blinked. “Well. That's certainly a unique greeting,” he said. “Most people call me Leo.”

But yeah, she was still a shallow person, even after being immune to so many good-looking men. Liam tried to ignore her awestruck face and began introducing each other. “You already know Jackson and Sean. This is our RK.” he pointed to the guy with piercings and then the hot Asian dude. “And he’s Riley.” “RK? That’s your name?” Nora asked. The guy named RK shook his head and replied embarrassedly. “No, my name is Rodoslav Karbonesa a.k.a RK.” He looked as though he couldn’t wait to hide in a hole.

Jackson also didn’t ask anything about Anna because he thought that she would be home, waiting for him to come back. Running through the documents, Jackson passed it all to Linda after assigning the contractor he had chosen, someone by the name of James Riley. He saw that the man had more years of experience than the others and also had a good reference, so he picked him instead of the rest. He then left his office to discuss it with his executives. That was Jackson’s method— he made decisions on his own before them with his executives because he was the boss and not a joint owner. “But do you think Mr. Riley is good for the job?” one of the executives asked Jackson, and he raised his eyes u

He didn’t have to raise his voice; silence worked harder for him than shouting ever could. Jaxon was pure tension. Just as tall, but packed tighter, harder. Like someone had carved him out of shadow and steel and forgot to file down the edges. Dark hair slicked back, except for the one disobedient piece that always fell forward. Forearms thick, veins visible when he flexed his hands. He didn’t need to move to be dangerous. The danger lived in him. Rory was chaos in a pretty package. Leaner, but still strong, all quick reflex and sharp cuts hidden under lazy charm. Dark waves deliberately messy, grin always five seconds from trouble. He slouched against walls like nothing could touch him. Whi