Novels by Faith George

Sebastian, William Prime, and Abigail were all furious when they learned that the Nike family had been granted bail. The three of them wore outraged expressions as they sat in Prime Enterprises' spacious conference room.Frustrated, Sebastian slammed a fist down on the glass table. "This is unbelievable! We were aware of the Director General's corruption, but this? allowing criminals with serious charges like theirs to be released on bail?"Abigail folded her arms tightly and reclined in her chair. "It is disgusting. Drug trafficking, organized crime, and conspiracy are serious crimes. If they walk free, it means they wield more power than we thought."William Prime sighed deeply after reading the court's ruling quietly on his tablet. "This demonstrates one thing, the Director General is not operating alone. Someone convinced him to make the courts dance to their tune."Sebastian shakes his head. "Who might that be? Who has the power to persuade the court to ignore such serious crimes

Greene sat at his desk, processing everything that had happened while his fingers drummed on the wood.Even though he was tired and the night was getting longer, he could not afford to slow down. Gray had gotten away once more, and now he was receiving information from an unidentified caller.He was in need of answers. And he needed them quickly.He reached for the phone on his desk and dialed a number."Parker and Forster, my office. Now."Parker and Forster came in a couple of minutes later. As Forster folded his arms and wore a serious expression, Parker closed the door behind her. They had both been on his team long enough to recognize when something significant was happening.Greene did not waste any time."I just received a call," he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. "An unidentified source says they know Gray's location."Parker's eyebrows went up. "Did they provide you with information?"Forster nodded from his position next to her. "Where is Gray exac

As Sebastian, Abigail, and William Prime left Prime Enterprise and entered the government building that housed the Director General's office, the tension was evident. The imposing tower served as a stark reminder of the power housed within. But they were all unwavering in their determination. There was nothing that would stop them from seeking answers.Clearly taken aback by their unexpected arrival, the front desk receptionist asked them to wait while she verified their meeting. They spoke briefly over the intercom, and then she pointed to two guards standing at a door further inside the structure."The Director General is expecting you," she announced nervously.The guards unlocked the doors and ushered them down a long corridor lined with pictures of former officials. Their resolve to face the man behind the questionable order echoed in every step of the seemingly endless walk. They finally came to a big oak door. After knocking twice, the guards forced it open, exposing the Dire

After hanging up the phone with Anthony, Sebastian sat still in his chair for a while, his thoughts racing with incredulity and frustration. Although there was a lot of tension in his office, he did not waste any time moping. He got up from his chair, grabbed his office phone, and called William Prime's extension. "Uncle William, please come to my office right away," Sebastian said in a stern and demanding tone. He hung up without waiting for a response, then dialed Abigail. "Abigail, please meet me in my office now. It is about the Nike lawsuit and the commissioner." --- In a matter of minutes, William Prime infiltrated Sebastian's office with a worried expression in place of his customary composure. Abigail trailed closely behind, her face displaying a mix of interest and anxiety. Although he was still standing and pacing close to his desk, Sebastian motioned for them to sit down. "I just got off the phone with Anthony," he said, his voice tight. "He told me that the

As he tapped on the holding cell's metal bars, the officer stared at Cindy, Romy, and Senior Nike. "You might want to hear this," he said in a casual yet excited tone. Senior Nike looked up from his seat, his face tired but intrigued. Cindy and Romy looked at each other, their faces hopeful but tense."So, what is it?" Senior Nike inquired, his voice steady despite the weight of their recent ordeal.The officer was holding up a phone. “Miss Angelina's work has been going above and beyond. The application for bail has been filed. Although it is not yet complete, it is a positive step.”As the words took hold, there was a brief pause in conversation. After that, the three felt a wave of relief as though a switch had been flipped. For the first time since their arrest, Senior Nike's stern manner softened as he exhaled deeply. Romy smiled with a mix of surprise and delight, and Cindy's face brightened as she clapped her hands together."We are leaving this place," Cindy declared, her vo

Greene unhappiness was unhidden, as an overwhelming sense of failure pervaded the air as Greene and his group filed out of Gray's deserted hideout. As the group left the ramshackle building, the sun was sinking, illuminating the streets with a grim orange tint. As they returned to the black SUVs parked a few meters away, the only sound they heard was the crunch of their boots on gravel. Greene continued walking forward, his thoughts racing with frustration and unresolved issues. Once more, Gray had escaped their grasp, and this time it felt intimate. He believed that the timing was ideal and the mission was flawless. Someone had told him, and Greene could not get rid of the suspicion that the system itself was the source of the betrayal. "Back to the station," Greene said curtly as he climbed into the front passenger seat of the leading vehicle. Parker cautiously glanced at him as he slid into the driver's seat, but remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his jaw

There was an oppressive tension in the room. The old man who had just turned the entire meeting upside down had everyone sitting motionless, staring at him. He repeated himself in a steady voice that was rough with age."Amaya is my biological daughter. The daughter I lost years ago."There was a new round of whispering among the board members and investors. As others shook their heads in shock, others leaned forward, curious for more information.Mr. Mark narrowed his eyes and spoke suspiciously to the old man."The last time you interrupted a meeting like this, you claimed that Mr. Rowland was your son," he said slowly. "Is this implying that Rowland and Amaya are siblings?"His question hung heavily in the air. There were more gasps. All eyes shifted between Amaya and Rowland, attempting to process the possibility.Rowland's face was bright, but his expression was unclear. Amaya, on the other hand, appeared totally lost. As though she needed to hold onto something to steady herself

There was silence in the room as soon as the heavy doors opened. Heads turned, eyes grew wide, and there were whispers in the air. The atmosphere in the hall changed from tension to complete confusion."It is him again," someone in the audience said, their voice full of wonder and disbelief."How does he manage to get past security every time?" Another voice whispered, looking at the guards, who stood motionless, unsure what to do next.Even though the old man at the doorway was a little crooked from age, his presence demanded notice.His eyes were burning with resolve, but his face was wrinkled and his clothes were worn.He seemed to have fought his way here, and he had no plans to back off without making his voice heard.Amaya's lips gradually curled into a smile as she realized what had happened. Her eyes sparkled with confidence, in stark contrast to her earlier hesitation.Already she sensed that trouble was coming for Rowland, and it was coming at just the right moment.She shif

Amaya's heart was beating so loudly that she was unable to think as she stood motionless. The investors' stares pressed down on her, and she could sense their doubt growing by the second.Her mind raced, desperately looking for a way out of this situation, but nothing came up. The fact that Rowland would never be able to prove his claim had given her such confidence.And yet, here he was, standing firm on undeniable evidence.Clinton clenched his fists while he remained seated next to her. He stared at the screen that displayed Rowland's creation logs and design drafts, his jaw clenched.He wanted to believe his wife, but something inside him said otherwise.Rowland had provided evidence that was too specific and detailed to be fake. Even so, he could not allow Amaya to collapse in this manner—not in front of these investors."This is ridiculous!" Clinton jerked to his feet. His anger was barely contained as he pointed at Rowland. "You think we will assume you are the legitimate owner

When Rowland finished speaking, the grand hall fell into a thick silence. His charge had struck like a clap of thunder, upending the foundation of what had appeared to be a successful and seamless presentation.However, instead of immediate acceptance, the reaction was far from what he had expected.The audience started whispering."He is just making this up," someone whispered."He can not take the fact that Amaya got the deal instead of him," another voice scoffed."I have heard he is been having personal problems recently. Perhaps this is just another desperate attempt to stay relevant," muttered a man in a navy blue suit to his colleague.With skeptical looks on their faces, a few heads nodded in agreement. They saw Rowland's claim as nothing more than a bitter outburst from someone who had lost the deal at first in the company.Clinton jumped out of his chair at that precise moment, his face flushed with rage. He raised a trembling finger to Rowland."Enough with this nonsense!"

The day of the final presentation at Fence Emerald Company arrived with much excitement. The venue was a grand hall that had been meticulously decorated with golden drapes and silver accents to create an elegant and formal atmosphere.The floor was lined with rows of neatly arranged tables, each reserved for a prominent figure in business. As attendees began to arrive, the room was filled with low murmurs and excited chatter.Mr. Mark and a group of prominent investors were among the invited guests from a variety of industries.Clinton, the Fence Emerald Company's vice president, was seated at a prestigious table close to the front with Mr. Fence, the company's chief executive officer, and Khalid, his personal assistant.Mr. and Mrs. Jones soon followed, their triumphant, self-assured steps announcing their arrival.Discreetly enjoying the fact that their plan appeared to be going well, they dressed immaculately and greeted other guests politely."Today is the day," Mrs. Jones muttere

That same day, the atmosphere at the Jones Company was tense. Rowland sat at his desk, looking composed but determined.He had just signed off on a letter that he knew would cause a stir throughout the company—a termination letter for Mia.He put the letter in a folder and a few seconds later Beauty, the secretary, came into the room. She noted his unusual stillness and furrowed brow as he slid the document across the desk toward her."Sir, Is there anything urgent?" Beauty inquired cautiously."Yes," Rowland responded, his tone even yet firm. "This is Mia's termination notice. I would like you to personally deliver it to Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I want them to sign it too."Beauty stood stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Sir... Mia? Are you certain?”Rowland responded with a nod. "It has been authorized. Please ensure that it gets to them as soon as possible."Beauty paused, searching his face for an explanation, but his expression was unreadable. Knowing better than to inquire fur