Joe felt his stomach twist as he pulled up downtown. He stepped out of his car, glancing around to ensure he wasn’t being watched, as he took a step forward. He saw Timothy standing by his car at the entrance “What happened?” Joe asked. Timothy glanced around, lowering his voice as he spoke. “Walk with me,” he said. Timothy directed Joe down a path as they moved farther. Their footsteps echoed against the dusty concrete. Timothy paused in front of a building when he stepped in; he led Joe to a room where Ben was pacing angrily, his face twisted with rage. Two of Ben’s men stood nearby, visibly injured. One was nursing a swollen arm, the other with a bruise on his cheek. Ben stopped mid-pace when he saw Joe, and his gaze darkened. “You!” Ben snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Joe before charging over to grab Joe by his tie. Joe stumbled backward, his collar pulling tight around his neck as Ben's grip tightened. “Hey!” Timothy shouted, stepping forward and placing a
“What are you doing here?” Joe asked. The anger in his tone couldn’t be missed. Rosie’s face lit up with a mocking smile as she leaned forward, placing her legs on the corner of the desk. "I came to pay you a little visit," she replied, some seconds later flashing Joe a warm smile. "I also came to tell you to watch your back, " she added in a firm voice. "Get out of my office, Rosie!" he barked at the sound of her words. Rosie didn’t flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin defiantly and crossed her arms. "Don’t shout at me, Joe," she said with a mock pout. "I’m only here to visit. It’s not like I’m planning to stay forever." During that moment she moved her feet from the Desk and stood on her feet. She didn’t stop until she was standing right in front of his desk, arms crossed. Joe’s jaw clenched as he brushed past her. He reached for the phone on his desk to call security. Before he could dial, Rosie raised a hand, stopping him. "If you go ahead and call security," she said s
“These are company records,” Joe said, more to himself than anyone else, his tone growing louder with each sentence. “Here, look at this.”Mr Adam said, handing him a document. Joe read through it, and the shocking look on his face only grew. “They indicate that Jack’s company is involved in drug trafficking, and Rosie—Rosie is part of her father’s illegal business. Her signature is here...and so is her brother Brandon’s!” “All these documents belong to Jack Duch!” Joe said slowly. Joe looked up at Mr. Adam, who stood quietly across from him. "How did you get these?" Joe asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew Mr. Adam had connections, but this level of information—it was surprising. Mr. Adam shrugged, keeping his tone calm. "I have my ways, Joe. I placed a call and got in contact with people who dislike Jack’s business practices as much as we do." Joe took a moment to process it all. Then, a sly grin spread across his face as he realized the implications. "If we release this to
“You’re dreaming, Rosie. It’s time to wake up.” Rosie scoffed, taking a step forward. “I don’t know what’s making you feel on top of the world. But let me remind you about the fact that I have evidence that you tried to hurt me. Evidence that I am yet to release.” Joe shook his head. "Do you want you want Rosie? I’m not going to beg you or fall at your feet." He let out another laugh, watching as her expression shifted. “I have the upper hand now.” She frowned, confused. "Upper hand?” "Haven’t you seen what’s trending?" Joe’s smirk only widened as he watched her reaction. "Your family is the talk of the city. Your father and his shady dealings are out in the open now." "That has nothing to do with you," Rosie shot back, her voice rising in defeat. "And it certainly doesn’t change the fact that you’re a lying piece of—" "No, it doesn’t change anything about me," Joe interrupted coolly. "But it has everything to do with you. The fact that you and your family are drug traffickers,
“This is good news!” John said, pulling himself backward. He had almost wrapped his hands around Cherry, but that was because he couldn’t control his joy. Mr Leon had agreed to meet up. Joe looked up at Cherry, who had a wide smile on her face. “What time is the meeting?” He asked, keeping his tone professional. “Tomorrow morning,” Cherry replied, looking pleased. She turned to leave, but Joe called her back. “Cherry—before you go, can you remind Jeremy to send me that email with the latest updates?” “Of course, sir,” Cherry nodded, leaving with a satisfied smile. The next morning, Joe stepped into the lobby of Leon Corporation. He approached the receptionist’s desk, and she looked up, giving him a polite smile. “Good morning, sir. Do you have an appointment?” she asked, already typing away at her computer. “Yes,” Joe replied smoothly. “The name is Mr. Turner.” The receptionist’s eyes lit up. “Ah, yes, I spoke with your assistant yesterday. I’m glad we could fit
“You don’t know me, but I know you, and I once knew your father.” Joe looked at the man in front of him, and his eyes narrowed. “How do you know my father?” Joe asked, in a low voice. He dug his hand into his jacket pocket and handed Joe a small, weathered photograph. Joe’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the photo, recognizing his father’s face. Beside him was Mr. Atlas, looking younger and carefree, with his arm around a woman. “That’s my mother,” the man said, pointing to the woman. “She and John Atlas were together. She named me after him.” Joe studied the photo, his thoughts racing. ‘Mr. Atlas never mentioned I had a cousin. Neither did Mr. Adam,’ Joe muttered to himself. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in.” The man spoke up, gaining Joe’s attention. “But I promise you, I’m telling the truth. After my mom passed, I went looking for John's atlas… and that’s when I found out about you, the new head of the Whitmore empire, and I found out about my father’s dea
Timothy and Joe were sitting at the cafe the following week. Timothy leaned forward, bringing his coffee to his lips. “I Can’t believe some days ago we were thinking about how to get your crazy ex-girlfriend off your back,” Timothy said. “I know, right,” Joe replied. “I’m glad that Mr Adam’s plan worked, and Rosie finally confessed that she was spitting lies. It’s just that I can’t help but think about how the aftermath didn’t give me the result I wanted.” “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about Mr Leon?” Timothy questioned, dropping his coffee on the table. “I can’t help it,” Joe said. “It’s been a week now, and he hasn’t called or sent an email. I wanted to give him a call, but Jeremy said I would look desperate.” “Why don’t you ask Mr Adam about his take on this?” “I don’t think he’s business smart, and besides, I’m a bit angry at him, especially because of the John issue.” “He’s still giving the big guy a hard time.” “Yes,” Joe replied. “I came home last night
“You did it!” Joe yelled as he pulled his phone from his ears. His bright smile perfectly highlighted his eyes. “Actually, we did!” John said with a wide smile. They were both seated at Joe’s office on a Friday. John had curiously watched Joe on a call with Mr Leon, hoping that his plan would work out. Hearing that, it did bring him both relief and joy. “So how do we celebrate this?” Joe asked, drawing John out of his thoughts. “I have no idea,” John said, looking at Joe sheepishly. Joe shook his head; “are you sure?.” John didn’t say anything for a while, and that caused Joe to speak up. “Since you are finding it difficult to answer I would do it for you; you are going out with me and Timothy tonight.” John furrowed his brows, and that caught Joe’s attention. “You don’t like the idea of going out because if that’s the case. I could always think of something else. I only picked that because you were quiet.” “I do like it,” John said with a firm tone. “It’s just that I don’t