Walker Scobell Commercial Novels & Stories

“Thank you all for attending the celebratory dinner tonight. S&W companies are officially launching a pin-hole camera and baby monitor. There are some people here I would like to thank for today’s success. He paused and looked at his daughter down the stage and back to his lovely wife. And then his voice sounded again: “My wife,” Rebecca Walker. He turned his head and kissed her forehead. There was thunderous applause as well as countless envious gazes among the people gathered on Rebecca. The reporters quickly set their cameras on the stage to capture the special moment; none of them would like to miss such explosive news. All the gazes on Rebecca were making her embarrassed. And my daughte

Everyone began deserting her after this incident, and her colleagues also wouldn't stop humiliating her from time to time. She was under such immense pressure from the public that she had no choice but to resign and hide in a corner like a coward. Johann thought about paying thousands of bots online to try to quell the public outcry, but after receiving numerous death threats and bloody razors in the mail, he knew that it was hopeless trying to salvage the matter anymore. His company was hit by the scandal, and numerous business partnerships were terminated, sending revenue plummeting overnight. His employees also resigned one after another en masse, and Johann found himself busy paying thro

She grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass and began heading back. Just as she got to the stairs, the sound of the news on the television made her turn. Breaking News: Scandal Unfolds at Executive Level The headline was exactly what I’d been waiting for. I clicked on the article. I sat comfortably as the newscaster began. “Company’s bully Scarlett Wilson exposed in shocking new reports. Whispers from within the company are said that she’s a bully, where employees fear retribution for speaking out. In a detailed exposé, insiders reveal how Scarlett Wilson has never truly contributed to the company.

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

"Look closely—this is a debt notice from the bank, showing it's for the house down payment. His family didn't pay a cent, and now I'd be stuck with this debt!" "I never would've expected this from the Allens!" "They're worse than they look." "Imagine scheming like this—using a woman for money. How despicable!" "And on top of it, he has HIV. That's terrifying!" Guests began standing up, abandoning their seats. Jake's business partners walked out one by one, casting judgmental glances. "Wait, please, wait!" Jake's father tried to stop them, but they brushed him off. "I wouldn't dare work with people like you!"

he asked quietly, his mouth barely moving. "As I'll ever be." The moderator, a woman in a sharp red suit, stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the executives of Alonso-Dreven Corporation." Applause filled the room as we walked onto the small stage. Camera flashes went off like tiny lightning strikes, making spots dance in front of my eyes. Killian spoke first, his voice clear and confident as he announced the new product launch. Something about innovative technology and market expansion. I smiled and nodded at the right moments, trying to look like I understood every word.

"We're just paid to do a job… I composed myself using his words. "Gentlemen, I don't know how much you're paid, but I can pay you more. My husband is a famous businessman, you can call him…" Scarface looked at me fixedly, seemingly hesitant. As such, I doubled down, "Have you heard of Boswell Trading? My husband owns it—just let me go, and he will make it worth your while. Scarface shared a look with his goon, and eventually whipped out his phone, "What's his number?"

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

"You have a lovely business here. Wouldn't it be nice to rebuild even better than before?" Jackie nodded, her face tight. "Yes, that would be great. But I need to get up and running now." "We'll do what we can, Ms. Walker. I'll be in touch." He got into his blue Ford sedan and headed down the gravel drive. "How'd it go?" Scott asked as Jackie came up the stairs and sank into the rocker beside him. She sighed deeply. "Alright, I suppose. But my company won't pay anything until they determine whether those paparazzi shits are A) at fault, and B) how much they'll pay. So, in the meantime, I'm here twisting in the breeze."