Zoe Osama Wikipedia Novels & Stories

She might not have good grades but she could plan a robbery or better yet an assassination, and god so helps you, if she planned something against you, there was a ninety percent chance of success. "Emily, what are you thinking? Yes, I can get the hacker's number from my director, but I hope it's still available." "Just get his number first," Emily said. Zoe immediately searched for her departmental directors' page. She scrolled through his profile until she saw his number. She saw pictures of him, his wife, and their baby. She couldn't hide her surprise or smile. Emily folded her hands across her chest when she noticed the surprise on Zoe's face.

Then I turned my eyes towards Zane, and I was shocked to see that he had a murderous look on his face which made me come out of my haze and walk towards the kitchen mindlessly. What the fuck just happened? And why did Zane look at the stranger like he wanted to kill him and me both? After a few minutes, the brown haired guy came to the back kitchen with a warm smile on his face. He looked Moroccan or from somewhere with the sun. Because he had tanned skin that would make a male stripper jealous. I looked at him with a shy smile as I said, “Hi, thanks for helping me but who are you?” His smile widened as he replied, “I am your new boss and the new manager of Joy’s.”

"Guys, move away." "Who are you?" Oscar asked. "Kat, who's this?" "I'm Zoe and I'm with Freya. I'm a medical doctor. We've to find out if she consumed something, or if she's having a heart attack. It could be something severe or not." "Okay," half of the group echoed.

I shake my head. "Come on, all I'll do is bump into him while passing then" Jones comes to us to show us the pictures... Zia sees the guy with Goat, her entire body pulls stiff "What's wrong?" I ask her "We have a huge problem... The guy with Goat is an Egyptian national called Mahad he is responsible for selling over a one hundred chemical warfare weapons" she tells me Jones brows pitch together "Are you serious?" he asks in shock. "Yes. I can recognize that man from anywhere... He is on the NSA’s watch list." She tells us

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And still, there was no sign of Hooriya. It irked him that the f*cking boss of viper was letting his men writhe in pain just like that. He didn't care for his men or his aim was far more valuable. It was obvious Usama was working under someone. He wasn't the boss. The f*cker has no guts. But Usama works under that f*cking boss. It was in the morning when he got the news that Usama had left the country on a private jet with a woman. From links, he found out that Usama was going to sell Hooriya off to the Mafia in Azerbaijan.

"Stays between you, Valtherion, and me. No one else sees it until we've identified the leak." I looked at her. Zoe. Former Omega, written off as too weak to matter, now running the intelligence infrastructure of the largest wolf alliance in history with a tablet and a terrifying mind. "Do it," I said. She was already walking out the door. "Started an hour ago. I was being polite by asking." The wait was the hardest part. Two days. Two days of maintaining the charade. Holding briefings where I delivered false information with a straight face, watching the people I trusted and looking for the crack.

Ayaan said eagerly. “She is the one I told you about,” Faizan said. Zoe had her eyes all over Ayaan while Ayaan listened to what his friend was saying. “She is Zoe McDonald, a Mexican. She’s a hot chick and can help us execute our plan,” Faizan introduced. Ayaan turned to Zoe. “Nice to meet you, Zoe. Can you truly carry out the plan? It’s that delicate and risky and I don’t want hiccups,” Ayaan said straight forward.

as she got into the car. “Sweet friends, you’ve got.” “Who the hell are you? How do you know me?” “As you read in my card, I’m Dr. Zaffran. Half Canadian, Half Irani. I’m a research scholar at the SRO.” “What’s the SRO?” "An organisation," "Of what?" “You will come to know in due time, when and if we are convinced that you can be trusted.” Zehra raised an eyebrow. “I see.” “Ms. Mahmood–”

Oscar gritted his teeth, his face twisted ferociously. I pushed him aside and headed to the parking lot. He shouted, "You'll see what I'm capable of!" Someone cried out, "Casper, watch out!" I turned around and found Zoe lying on the ground, blood gushing from her gut. Oscar gripped a gleaming knife, its tip dripping red. I realized Zoe had taken the hit for me. "You all deserve to die!" Oscar cackled maniacally, his eyes unfocused. "I'm top-tier, and you reject me? Go to hell!"