Novel & Cerita Rory Jackson

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

"Mr. Jasper, I know your conversation with Mr. Javier didn't end well tonight. But I hope you won't hold a grudge against him. He has his own burdens." Jasper's expression darkened. "What burdens?" Rory looked pained. In a raspy voice, he replied, "I'm sorry. It's not my place to share. But I still hope—" "I'm not holding any grudges against him." Jasper met Rory's gaze squarely. "First, he is the chairman of the corporation—the one who gave me my authority. As his son, I'm also his subordinate. Regarding his decision tonight, all I can say is that I deeply regret it.

The list from this morning was reorganising itself into something that felt less like damage control and more like strategy, and strategy had steps, and steps were manageable. I could work with manageable. I came through the lobby, badge in, lift up, along the corridor to my office. And stopped. Jackson was standing outside my door. Not waiting in the way people waited when they had an appointment — no phone in hand, no casual lean against the wall. Standing the way someone stood when they had been there for a while and had something specific to say and had been rehearsing exactly how to say it. He looked up when he heard my heels. "Ms. Royce." His voice was even. "We need to talk."

“If ya’d waited a few more days to come, ya would have. I was fixin’ to send someone for supplies.” “Jasper sent some with me.” “That’s good, at least.” Jackson took one last drag on his cigarette and then tossed it to the ground. Grinding it to nothingness with the sole of his boot, he said, “So, we need to figure out what to do with these folks. Where’s the boss now?” Roy rolled his eyes and nodded toward Ian’s little house. Jackson sighed. “Okay, I’ll go pay the happy couple a visit.” “I’ll go see if I can’t occupy the doc and his daughter with a bit of food.”

Before Jax could answer, the gym door rattled. Someone was trying to open it. “Jax? You in there?” Marcus “Reaper” Kane’s voice called out. They froze. Rory quickly fixed her clothes while Jax pulled on his shirt. “Stay hidden,” he whispered, then opened the door just enough to step out. Rory pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering, as she heard Reaper talking to Jax about a new threat from Victor Lang. When the coast was clear, she slipped out. But as she made her way back upstairs, she didn’t notice Julian standing at the end of the hallway, watching her with narrowed eyes.

Sam returned. Jackson watched as a couple guys surrounded them, and was surprised when hadn’t budged from his stool. “Is the other bodyguard with them? Ronnie’s not doing anything.” Jackson headed for the door but Sam stopped him. “Just watch.” Jackson looked out the window just in time to see the back of Riley’s boot connect with one of the guys jaw, quickly turning to and grabbing the one’s arm and wrap it behind his back. She shoved him into the other one, that was barely getting back up to his feet.

I replied as she finally let me go to hug Emma. “Hey, firecracker. I missed you.” Rory approached with a cheeky grin and threw his arm over my shoulder. Rory was a handsome guy. He was around six-foot-three with shaggy dark brown hair, a lean yet muscular build, and a smile that could make any woman weak in the knees. His amazing personality only added to his charm. “Hey, kid,” I replied, knowing how much it bugged him when I called him that. He was only a few months younger than me, but I enjoyed teasing him.

I walked away before I could lose my fucking mind and smash Miller’s shake into his face. I kept moving through the complex, hunting, watching, gathering the puzzle pieces that were painting a terrifyingly clear picture of a psychopath driven by pure, unadulterated envy. I found Jackson sitting by the ice baths, scrolling through his phone. I approached him the same way I did with Miller. "Hey," I said, leaning against the tiled wall. "Have you seen Ryan?" Jackson looked up, a flicker of genuine discomfort crossing his face before he masked it. "Uh, I think he went to the media room to do some individual tape review. Why? Do you need him?"

Dixie is busy fighting for her life, and the council is busy planning her death! Making my way straight to the healer's hall, I unexpectedly meet my friend, Ryder. He looks pissed off, so I ask him, “What's wrong, Ry?” “Your human mate has a human friend. Remember that nerd that follows her about like a lovesick puppy?” He asks. “Yes...uhh... what's his name again?” I always forget his name as he is hardly anyone important. “Jackson.” Ryder spits out. He is visibly pissed off, and I wonder what Jackson did this time. That human has a knack for being nosy.

If she upset Jackson, he might convince Jayric to fire her. That was the last thing she wanted. "Don’t be shy. I know you have somewhere to go, but don’t worry, Jackson can drive you there. I promise it won’t take much of your time," Soraya said warmly. Victória nodded obediently. "Forgive me, I forgot to introduce my grandson," Soraya said, taking a few steps with Victória before realizing she hadn’t introduced her to Jackson. "He’s the president of the Carson Group, Jackson Carson. He’s only 32 and still single."