Steve Harrington Scoops Ahoy Novels & Stories

They looked like they had stepped out of a Men in Black movie. “Mr Harrington", they bowed to Stephen, taking their place on the table. In a few hours, the entire room was teeming with people trying to find the proper way to make the problem go away, while the world was eating away at both the Harrington and Moore groups. ‘Step down and give the company to Tiffany before you destroy what Timothy spent his entire life building. You don't deserve to have it." Stephen snatched my phone from my hand. “I told you not to read the comments."

I scanned the tablet, the text swimming before my eyes as my heart began a slow, heavy stutter against my ribs. "You're on the championship beat," Mr. Sterling continued, already pivoting toward the bank of elevators. "The Hawks are the biggest story of the year, and Julian Vane is the heart of it. He's in the city for a series of high profile press events. I've pulled some strings, and because of your portfolio, I've secured you an exclusive one on one interview." The tablet nearly slipped from my numb fingers. The tension I had spent five years suppressing coiled in my gut like a physical weight, heavy and suffocating.