Trevor Henderson Oc Novels & Stories

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

"I can't believe you dated him. For three months. And he thought sneaking you into a hotel room was a clear path for sex. Forcefully, I might add. Wow." "I think he was more clueless than malicious." Olivia figured he'd assumed sex was a part of the whole prom experience. She might've considered it had he not acted like a petulant child. Nate bared his teeth. Seethed. "Where can I find this person?" Everyone stared wide-eyed at him, but it was Nakos who eventually broke the silence. "Tom Henderson. Quarterback of the football team and had his eye on Olivia since freshman year. He converted to a Mormon after graduation and lives in Utah now with five wives. Or something. And don't you worry,

Henderson, the CEO and founder of a prominent tech giant company. Their discussion delved deep into the realm of business prospects, with Liam and Mr. Henderson exploring various opportunities and potential collaborations. They discussed the synergies between their respective enterprises, sparking excitement about the possibilities that lay ahead. While Liam engrossed himself in a conversation with Mr. Henderson, a tap on his shoulder caught his attention. Turning swiftly, he found Taylor standing before him. Even though she had gave him some potentially useful information about Madison a while ago, Liam couldn't help but be a little annoyed with the fact that she had approached him once aga

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?

"But we won't give her everything until we understand the connection better." Sage nodded. "Agreed." We went back inside and told Reyes. She listened to everything without interrupting. When we finished she was quiet for a full thirty seconds. "Henderson's release was processed through Judge Carl Henderson," she said finally. "I didn't know they were related to Officer Henderson until twenty minutes ago when I ran the name." she kept a stern look. "That's a problem I'm dealing with internally. Henderson the officer is being processed and Henderson the judge is being reviewed by the state judicial oversight board."

"Quick, Lomen, send this photo to me. Hansen, this kid, he didn't tell us when he saw my grandson. He didn't even send me a photo. What a jerk in every sense of the word." Trevor looked elated. He handed the phone back to Lomen, and said to him. "I got you, I got you." Lomen hurriedly took the phone and sent the photo to Trevor. Trevor immediately set the photo of the little guy as his phone's wallpaper. He looked at it lovingly, and caressed it. How he wished he could have grabbed him out of the phone. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say. "Mr. Trevor, he was sick a few days ago. Then, Hansen transferred a medical team over from A City. Now he's alright," said Lomen with a faint sm

"Please!" Trent shrugs and lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine! It's Jordan Henderson!" "Good job Becca," Tim tells me on the other end. "That's sad... We are going to miss him on the team. "First of all, I don't know who the hell Jordan Henderson is. "Yeah," he shrugs. Tim tells me to ask him something that makes my heart sink. Tim requests me to ask him about Sophie. I honestly wasn't expecting this. I go silent for a while then I finally gather up the strength quickly to ask him the question since time is not on our side and the cameras are on.

Just stepped back from the podium and found Avalon’s eyes across the room. He was looking at her the way he looked at her when something got through. The unguarded version with his father’s laugh on his face. The Hendersons found them. Richard Henderson was sixty something. Old San Francisco money with the confidence of a man who had never been in a room where he didn’t belong and had stopped noticing that privilege decades ago. He shook Avalon’s hand and the turned to Selene. He thought it was really something. The question part was what caught his attention. But whose question was it to begin with, he wondered.

Henderson said quickly, probably recognizing the fact that I was so close to breaking down. She held a hand to stop me from running to his room as she continued speaking "He's in the room just down the hall. But Mrs. Blackwood, what happened today... it was very concerning." I forced myself to stay put for the moment instead of heading for Ollie's room and really look at his teacher. Mrs. Henderson had been working with children for over twenty years – she had seen a lot of accidents that happened in the classroom and playground but right now, she looked genuinely shaken by whatever happened to my son.

He crossed the room out of earshot to take a phone call. The intercom buzzed and Rebecca announced that Damon had arrived. “Shall I show him back?” she asked. Wendy took a deep breath, looked at her coworkers lining the conference table all ready to do their part, and said, “Show him back, Rebecca.” As Wendy ended the conversation, Trevor returned to the table. “Sorry, but I have to go,” he announced. “And I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Hopefully no more than a few days. I’ll let you know when I have more details.”