Torchwood John Hart Novels & Stories

"She hasn't arrived yet?" "I've called and they seem to be stuck in traffic. I think they'll be here soon," David replied. ".... Mr. Jameson Hart IX who is celebrating his 81st birthday. For that, please allow me to call all members of the Hart family to come together on this podium and welcome Mr. Jameson Hart IX." The MC received a piece of paper from a woman behind him. "Mr. Alexander Hart. This time he appears alone because Mrs. Merryl Hart is still undergoing a retreat in Europe, to recover her health condition which has declined recently," said the MC. "Mr. Liam Hart, Mr. Lucas Hart and finally, Ms. Loreine Hart."

It was already dark and foggy outside, the perfect setting for rogue attacks. "What's your name?" I asked, finally turning my attention to him while continuing to sip my wine. "Alex, Alpha Hawthorne," he replied, and I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the flames. "How long have you been working here?" I inquired, realizing that I had never taken the time to keep track. My brows furrowed as I pondered the kind of man I had become. It occurred to me that my disregard for my staff was likely one of the reasons for Aurora's disdain toward me.