Novels by Faith George

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

The next morning at Jones Company, the atmosphere was alive with activity as employees shuffled around, getting ready for another busy day. However, behind the pristine façade of the company's operations, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were deep in conversation, their voices hushed but charged with malice. They sat across from each other in Mr. Jones' large office, with the blinds drawn to ensure privacy. Mrs. Jones leaned forward, tapping the table with her neatly manicured nails. "It is no surprise that Mia has been assisting Rowland behind our backs. That girl has created her own obstacle, and you know how I feel about obstacles." Mr. Jones smirked, his expression darkened. "She has no idea what is going to happen. You are right, though. If we are going to deal with Rowland properly, we need to first neutralize Mia.” Mrs. Jones gave a nod, her eyes narrowing. "Exactly. And, after hearing how Rowland lost the deal at Fence Emerald Company, I am confident we can replicate his success

Amaya moved quickly down the hallway of Fence Emerald Company, her heels clicking sharply against the polished tiles. Her confidence radiated as she approached the Vice President's office.She had always considered Clinton to be not only her husband, but also her strongest ally in the company, and she felt vindicated today.She could still remember Mr. Mark's gleeful compliments, and she felt even more triumphant after witnessing Rowland's subdued response.She knocked lightly and went inside without waiting for a response. Clinton looked up from his desk, his sharp features softening into a happy smile."Amaya," he replied, leaning back in his chair. "Just on time. I assume everything went according to plan?"Amaya returned the smile, setting her handbag on one of the chairs before taking a seat. "It was better than I expected. Mr. Mark was completely impressed. He’s reinstating the deal and even praised the design to Rowland’s face.”Clinton chuckled and shook his head. "I promised

Rowland stepped out of the taxi as it approached Fence Emerald Company, his mind racing with memories of the old man's revelations. He had promised to help, but there was still much he did not know. The old man remained in the taxi, reluctant to draw attention to himself. "I will handle this for the time being," Rowland said, looking back at him. "The taxi driver will transport you back from here." The old man nodded reluctantly and clutched his photograph tightly. Rowland adjusted his tie before entering the company's sleek glass doors. The air was filled with activity, with employees rushing back and forth with files and tablets in hand. Rowland came to a halt as he approached his office, recognizing Mr. Mark, standing near the main lobby. Mr Mark was shaking hands with Amaya Clinton. The sight was unusual enough to make him pause. "Thank you, Mrs. Clinton," Mr. Mark replied warmly, his tone full of gratitude. "Your design is precisely what we needed to persuade the board

The next morning, the old man sat in the lobby of a small hospital, his mind clouded with memories of a life full of mistakes and regrets.His hands trembled as he clutched a photograph of his late wife, Isabella Dwin, whom he had not seen in decades.He had spent the night before piecing together fragments of his past, haunted by the possibility that he had mistakenly assumed his daughter had died with her mother during childbirth.When the nurse called his name, he stood up and determinedly followed her into the doctor's office. The doctor, an older man with a friendly but inquisitive expression, motioned for him to sit."How can I assist you today?" the doctor inquired, folding his hands over a stack of files.The old man leaned forward, his voice full of emotion. "I need to look into the records of a woman named Isabella Dwin. She was admitted to this facility several years ago. She... died while giving birth."“Who was she to you?”"She was my wife."The doctor furrowed his brow

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

In her office, Angelina’s phone rang. She picked it up immediately, recognizing her cousin’s number.“It’s done,” the Director General said in a low voice. “The commissioner has agreed to submit a request for bail, though it’s far from certain that the court will approve it.”A wave of relief washed over Angelina, but she knew better than to celebrate prematurely. “Thank you, cousin. I know this wasn’t easy.”“Just remember, Angelina,” he warned, “this could backfire on both of us. If the Nikes don’t show up for even a single hearing, we’ll be implicated in their escape, and the fallout will be devastating.”She nodded, though he couldn’t see her. “I understand. I’ll make sure they know the gravity of the situation. They won’t risk it.”As she hung up, Angelina sat back, her mind racing with the next steps. She was painfully aware of how high the stakes had risen, but she was determined to see this through. She dialed the Nikes, instructing them to be prepared for the bail hearing and

Angelina paced in her office, her mind spinning with possibilities. She knew the stakes were sky-high, and any chance she had to protect the Nikes was slipping away. Her only option now was to secure a bail for them, if only to keep their case out of the public eye for a little longer. Taking a deep breath, she dialed her cousin, the Director General, her fingers tightening around the phone as it rang.He answered after a few rings, his voice as calm and steady as ever. “Angelina, what is it now?”“Cousin,” she began, her voice steady but with an underlying urgency, “I need you to do something else for me. I know it’s a lot to ask, but please consider it.”He paused, as if bracing himself. “Go on.”“I need you to arrange bail for the Nike family,” she said, every word carefully measured. “If they’re kept in custody, their reputation will be tarnished beyond repair. Their businesses, their livelihoods, will crumble before they’ve even had a chance to defend themselves.”The Director Ge