Vinnie Hacker And Emily Novels & Stories

"You must come, I'll wait for you!" Emily still didn't want to leave she ran over and hugged Saran, not knowing that this meeting was also the last time they were together. Happiness seems to have stretched out to hold Emily's hand, but no, she waited for Saran for a long time and still did not arrive at the promised rendezvous point, on the contrary, his body was covered on social networking sites. Knowing that Emily fainted, when she regained consciousness, she went to accuse Jack, but there was not enough evidence against him. Emily disappeared for a few days when she returned as if nothing had happened. She even took the initiative to talk to Jack.

They had spent an hour thinking and trying but to no avail. "It seems that the creator of this e-mail is indeed a very professional hacker," said Glen. "I think so." Alex came over to their table. "We didn't manage to hack the email. It's so hard!" Martha complained. "It's okay. Maybe you can try again later. I need data on Emily. The girl who was found dead at that school." "Alright. Hold on." Martha finished typing on the computer and suddenly photos and various data about Emily appeared. She printed all the data on paper and gave it to Alex.

She couldn’t even blame him. Meeting Ethan Doyle at his office had been intimidating enough, but meeting him here, in the swankiest hotel in town, brought the stark reality of his opulent world crashing down on her. It made Vinnie question if this was truly what she wanted. Did she? “Are we waiting for something?” Alex’s voice broke through Vinnie’s thoughts, snapping her back to the present. He stood beside her, his gaze filled with curiosity, undoubtedly wondering why she hadn’t made a move yet.

Emily sounded surprised. "Here's it, Em, " Zoe started. "We planned on me playing a double agent and... I don't have to tell you the rest. You know what I'm talking about." "Yeah." "Henry agreed on me catching the hacker, and in return, I will no longer have to sign the documents or be his mistress." Emily nodded her head. She knew all of this already, but she decided not to interrupt her. She knew Zoe was only trying to refresh her memory to update her on the current situation.

I drew my gun,right as I was about to kick the door down,Lila's sickeningly sweet voice drifted out. "That idiot Vincent finally drove Elena away,"she laughed smugly."Playing the pathetic orphan for five years finally paid off." "He didn't suspect you?"Marcus smirked,stroking her face. "Suspect what?"Lila sneered."He was entirely blinded by his ridiculous guilt. All I had to do was squeeze out two tears,and he protected me like a loyal dog. I even managed to con the West Coast docks right out of that stupid bitch Elena's hands." "Did you get the smuggled medical equipment and the money-laundering ledgers?"

“Whatever he was before… he did good.” Emily came up beside me, slipping her hand into mine, and we stood there together, looking out at the morning light. “He wasn’t the villain we thought he was. Not entirely. Just… someone who got lost in someone else’s game. Until he found his way out.” “And he left us the key,” I added.

The stolen files, the flash drive, the fake photo, Nate’s needle, today’s file appearing in Ian’s hands at the exact right moment. Someone had been several moves ahead of them the entire time. Now Scott was in handcuffs. His accounts frozen. His name stripped from the race. Emily exhaled slowly. The game was still running. They were just losing it. Think. Clues. She looked around the building. Board member. One name came to mind. Hilda Hunter. Had Hilda done that deliberately? Had Hilda known something was coming? Had she positioned Emily for a reason? Emily pushed herself off the wall.

Vivian approached Emily at one point, her smile strained. “Emily,” she said lightly raising her glass, “congratulations, bagging the Carter without a scandal, nice one” Emily didn't reply, only took a sip of her drink Then she moved closer to Emily glancing at me as I moved closer to them, my hand wrapping around Emily's waist, "I'd like to speak with you... privately" Emily frowned slightly, but before she could reply, I told Vivian Emily wasn't interested Vivian’s eyes flickered toward me.

If only Mother didn't bring Emily home, then things would have been different. I sipped the wine slowly and let myself drown in the taste of it. But then, my phone rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. It was a call from the Hitman I hired. "Hello, Ma'am. I have a report to make," He said the moment I picked up, and I want to listen to whatever he has to say if it's concerning Emily. I have been looking for ways to get a picture of her and Vincent together so that a big scandal will break out.

Even more so that he did it to his own mate… and the fact that she was Luna… well that made it ten times worse. This line of questioning went on for what felt like hours. They asked Nick to make sure he was present the following day… as they weren’t finished with his testimony. Emily was so happy that the day had come and gone. She knew tonight she would finally be out of that cell and in an actual bed. She turned to grin at her brothers, but the eyes she found staring back at her.. wasn’t Brian or Alan.. but Lorenzo.