Zoe Jackson Novels & Stories

He's about to say more when a door slams, and heavy footsteps grab his attention. "Babe! I was getting the water, and look who showed up!" Fiona walks in the door waving a bottle of water like she made it herself. My eyes follow her motion towards the door; Kyson walks in with his hand draped over Liz's shoulders. Liz's face flickers in uncertainty before she quickly conceals it, and a passive look takes its place.

“Take a seat,” Zoe heard and slowly walked to the chair in front of her. She took a sit, but kept her gaze low, hoping that he would not recognize her. “So, what is your name?” “Zoey James sir,” Zoe replied, still keeping her gaze down. “And how old are you?” “I'm 19 years old, I'll be turning 20 in months.” “You've only got a high school degree, I see, how did you manage to get this job?”

“And I’m sorry that I came to your place of business raising all kinda hell. I was in the moment, and I wasn’t thinking about how it could affect you.” “I forgive you,” I said with a small smile. “Which brings me to our next topic. What are you going to school for?” Zoe cleared her throat uncomfortably and started pouring another round of shots. “Veterinary Science,” she mumbled lowly. My eyes widened in surprise. “So, seeing how you’re a junior, I’m assuming that you already have your two-year associate?” “Yup.” “That’s perfect. You're gonna come and work for me on your days off from school,” I declared before taking a bite from my sushi roll.

ZOE is a graduating college student from Manhattan. She's a scholar of a well-known company that deals with cars. She lives in four corners of a small apartment with her mother, Iris. Iris works every night at the nearby club as a pole dancer and a court for the upper-class—billionaires, politicians, and the like. People address her as an ultimate 'courtesan' because she's been targeting high profiles. Zoe even gets bullied because of her mother's job. Despite this, she mastered ignoring everything. Her mother may not have a decent job, but she still loves her, and no one can change that.

“I hope you’re right. Why did you want to meet?” “I need more money.” Zoe was to the point and unapologetic. “I’ve got one person on the inside already, but they want payment. I can’t get anyone else in unless they’re helping. As soon as I get a few in, I’ll have him eliminated, but until then I need him.” “How much.” Jackson was unimpressed. “Fifty thousand.” Zoe plopped herself into a chair and eased her feet out of her shoes.

Zoe was munching on the shrimp when she fully paused. Jay returned her gaze and said, "Chew, or you'd choke." Zoe regained her senses and kept chewing. Naturally, she was not convinced, and once she finished the shrimp, she asked, "I know all too well women flock around you—that fashion model you were kissing at Levine Manor, and Mandy Jessop, whom you announced to the public you were dating. Also, now that we've mentioned Mandy, she's only getting roles in soap operas these days and has no chance of hitting the big time, so isn't this the perfect chance for her to seize some attention?!"

Instead, she was staring at her, blinking and smiling. "Zoey, this is Jenna Murphy, the Vice President of our company." Hansen continued staring at the tablet in his hand and introduced the girl indifferently. Then he looked up again at Jenna who was standing silently. He turned his face to the girl, and said lightly, "This is Zoey Delia, student of the University of Arcadia."

Zoe Newton: "Scot, why are they here?" Zoe asked scot as he shook his head and looked at her with a questioning gaze. Then he again walked into the room and sat on the sofa. She followed him and sat next to him while watching the serious expression on his face. "I can't understand why they are together," Scot said as he rubbed his forehead. Yes, look at that bitch. Jason was asking zoe to go on a date and then here he is having sex with a woman.

She must not spend the rest of her life in this village. However, before she got to ask, Mr. Jordan already left angrily. Zoe Willie clenched her fists tightly. If she could not get a job, she would make that poor woman pay! Face caked up with makeup, Zoe looked around before noticing that Mr. Jordan was right outside. Zoe walked over and blinked her overdone eyes, flirtily greeting, “Mr. Jordan…” Adam took out his cigarette and exhaled. Turning to look at the woman, he asked, “What is it?”

"You look good, Lily. Good." "Thanks to him," I said, glancing at Ace. Zoe's eyes flicked between us, and I saw her lawyer brain cataloging details. The way Ace stood close to me. The way his hand rested protectively on my lower back. The way he watched everyone around us like he was assessing threats. "You must be Ace," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Zoe. Thank you for taking care of my friend." "Thank you for helping her get free," Ace replied, shaking her hand.