Steve Harrington Imagines Novels & Stories

"He has not. Give me a little credit. I came up with a good idea on how we can work together." "Which is?" "I'm calling Jason Hart's manager to set up a post-game interview asking about his foundation. And right now, someone downstairs is calling the cancer center to compare bone marrow numbers from before and after the drive at the stadium." Steve nods his head once. "Wow. Nailed it. How come I didn't think of that?" "My guess is, when you found out there was a switch-a-roo, you stomped off like a child, pouting instead of thinking it through."

Harrington replies. I don’t doubt that at all. His shit is the best out there. I know he and Chester and seriously thinking about starting their own company and I think that is a great idea. I rack my brain trying to think of who would have told him but I just can’t think of anyone. “Unless one of them heard someone talking and whoever that was had no idea that either one of them was around.” Dreston points out.

the reporter said, “announced this morning that Hale Industries will be entering a new corporate partnership with the Harrington Group, one of the country’s largest business empires led by Mr. Robert Harrington.” Mira froze. Then a slow, sarcastic grin tugged at her lips. “Seriously?” she muttered. “He never learns.” Ethan’s confident smile filled the screen. He was speaking at a press conference, dressed sharply in his tailored suit. “This collaboration,” he said proudly, “is a major step forward. The Harrington Group and Hale Industries will build the future together.” Mira let out a low chuckle. “You really think so, Ethan?” she whispered. “You don’t even know who you’re dealing with.”

“You weren’t going to come with us willingly. Besides, Mr. Harrington gave orders” “Mr. Harrington?” “ Christian Harrington. The only heir to the Harrington empire” “This must be a joke” I blink at him. Christian Harrington? The Christian Harrington? The invisible billionaire no one has actually seen? He rarely appears in public. No one even knows what he looks like. And out of over 300 million people in this country, I somehow ended up on the radar of the only heir to one of the five most powerful families in America? “ Here” He drops a brown envelope on my laps and orders one of the other men to untie me.

Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members. A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.

said Steve. Luckily Harriet understood Steve's and me's persuasion. She didn't cry, and instead she stomped my finger to accompany her to walk again. Harriet's cheerful laugh slowly rang out. When Harriet had regained her confidence, Steve and I decided to sit down. Harriet occasionally comes up to me to ask for the banana slices I mix with the yogurt. "Seeing Harriet reminds me of someone." Steve spoke as he wiped the corners of Harriet's lips from the yogurt. "Someone who is a childhood friend of mine. He has the same face as Harriet. Sean... Is Sean really Harriet's father?"

I didn't sit. I stayed standing, forcing him to either look up at me or stand himself. "I won't take much of your time," I said. His lips curved into a thin, shark-like smile. "Time is the one thing I have plenty of." First mistake. He began to circle me like a patient predator, hands clasped behind his back. "I must admit," Harrington continued casually, "your return to the city has caused quite a ripple. The Kings were so predictable when they were grieving. But now..." His gaze sharpened. "Now they seem... ambitious."

I sighed. "Adrian." The name felt strange on my tongue. "Why is this company so important to you?" He hesitated, slightly. His gaze shifted away from me for a brief moment before returning. "Well," he said slowly, "since you’re the one I’m making the deal with… I suppose I should tell you." I raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward a little. "Harrington’s chain fills a market gap I’ve been watching for months." I frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

I say, my voice polite but dripping with coldness. Another laugh ripples through the circle. God, they’re all sharks. Smiling. Waiting. My collar feels too tight. My skin itches under my suit. Thea should be here. She should be rolling her eyes at these idiots. Whispering something savage under her breath to make me smirk. And I’m stuck here, pretending to give a damn. “Mr. Harrington, maybe we can discuss potential partnerships over dinner sometime next week?” another man suggests, flashing a gleaming white smile as he approaches the circle.

Tomas explained, "What many of you might not know is that Mr. Harrington is a major partner in the Rejuvenation Pill project, holding a significant share in it." Oh! Bosco saw that Tomas was showing him so much respect, and gave a satisfied smile in response. "Mr. Harrington, it's the critical moment now, time to wrap things up!" Tomas gave a sly smile, pointed to the ground, and said with a meaningful tone, "Would you like to join me in witnessing some people getting into an embarrassing situation?" Bosco gave a light snort and said, "Not interested!" It was not that he was uninterested; he just felt that this sort of thing didn't match his lofty status.