Steve Harrington Imagines Novels & Stories

“Why do I keep you in that position if not to prevent situations like this?” “Sir—” “Excuses.” I didn’t have the patience for them. “Listen carefully. I don’t want to hold onto Harrington anymore. He’s bitten off more than he can chew. Have someone take him out and make it look like an accident.” The line went silent for a few seconds before Logan cleared his throat. “Sir… we can’t do that.” I went still. “What?” Logan exhaled. “All eyes are on Harrington right now. If anything happens to him, it’ll raise too much suspicion. He can’t disappear or die—at least not yet.”

It shouldn't be a heavy meeting but something wasn't sitting well with me. The ride was silent and soon we stopped in front of Carly’s penthouse. I have been here twice when I came to supervise her surroundings, wanting to create the same atmosphere for our penthouse. I opened the door and Older Harrington was already waiting. “Seeing how long you took, I want to assume the boy was dealt with.” I stood beside him, looking out of the glass wall. “Yes.” Being in the business world. Harrington was feared but one known command factor was his love for his granddaughter, Carly.

I remembered my old bedroom and just down the hall to the left was his room. The very same room where we lay together in each other's arms watching Stranger things. I found myself smiling recalling how he would ask what was so special with 'Steve Harrington'. Steve Harrington was everything to the female population. He was hot, funny and whoo don't get me started on his hair. I stood just outside my old room turning the knob and opening the door. Not only was the room clean but it was the same. As if I never left in the first place, I walked in closing the door behind me.

While waiting for my order to arrive, I continued to do my work, I read every document and reviewed them. I couldn't find anything wrong with these papers or maybe I'm just not knowledgeable enough for this kind of things. Minutes later, my order arrived. This food smells so good. Right now I am looking at Mr Harrington’s office. He is still on his computer doing some stuff. Doesn't he feel tired, hungry or something? Damn! He’s so hardworking. I got up from my seat and went to his office. I knocked on the door and he said “come in” so I entered.

"Plenty of time for a man like Ethan to make a mistake trying to solve a problem he doesn't understand yet. And when he does, we'll be ready." He listened for a moment longer, then allowed himself a small, satisfied smile, th e kind he never let anyone see inside the walls of Harrington Group. "Everything," Richard said quietly, "is going exactly as planned."

“And who’s this? A new face! Are you folks finally upgrading your staff, or did you run out of options?” Heat crept up my cheeks as everyone burst into laughter. Maggie leaned closer to me and whispered, “That’s Mr. Harrington. He’s a regular here, a big deal in the business world. Owns one of the biggest hospital chains in the country. But don’t let that fool you he’s as laid-back as they come.” “Evelyn,” I introduced myself, trying to match his energy. “And I’m definitely the ‘run-out-of-options’ hire.” Mr. Harrington laughed, the sound hearty and genuine. “Quick wit! I like that. Well, Evelyn, I hope you can tolerate the likes of us regulars. Maggie here has been trying to get rid of me f

He just chuckled, unfazed, and kept eating his ice cream, still eyeing Hayden like he was next on the list. Honestly, my head was spinning. Hayden, Jace, Steve—they were all here. Every guy who'd shaped my life, in one place. It felt like a bad sign, like something big was coming. Remembering my deal with Hernan, I shot him a look. "When it's over, remember—let Steve go." "Depends on his behavior," he replied, with that smug look that made me want to shove my ice cream right in his face.

“Sir, Mr Harrington landed in New York this morning. He’s 30 minutes away from the house and has ordered breakfast with you. He’ll be at the dining table in 40 minutes.” I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. “I have a team meeting. I’ll skip breakfast. Now go away so I can catch a little more sleep before then.” “Mr Harrington said it was an order, sir,” Stephen replied, his voice echoing down the hallway. Of course it was.

“Yeah, small world, huh? I had no idea you were coming in for an interview. Congratulations on the job, by the way. Sarah only hires good people.” “Thank you,” I said, my voice still soft. “I’m really happy to be here. It’s my first day tomorrow.” He nodded, his blue eyes warm and friendly. “That’s great. Welcome to Harrington’s. We’re a big team, but we work hard and look out for each other.” Sarah smiled between us, still looking a bit surprised. “Well, this is a nice coincidence. Elena, Ethan is the owner of Harrington’s. He started the company a few years ago and has built it into something really solid.”

Marcus Harrington was waiting at the end of whatever road I was currently on. And a card with a phone number from the most powerful man in Z City, offered after he had watched me position myself in his sight line for three weeks and decided not to dismiss me or report to management, but to hand me a direct line and tell me to call when I had decided what I wanted. I didn't call for two days. Desperation was information, and I wasn't going to hand it over in the first conversation. Thursday, he came back. I brought the Americano. He accepted it. The silence between us had a different quality now. It was charged, both of us aware that something had shifted from the previous week without either