“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
Joe walked up to John, giving him a nudge. John, who was engaged in a conversation, turned to look at Joe. "John, it's time to go," Joe said once their eyes met. John was a bit confused by Joe’s sudden change, and he didn’t hesitate to ask what was on his mind. "What happened?" he asked. "There's been a break-in at the company. Mr. Adam just texted me," Joe replied, grabbing his jacket and gesturing for John to get moving. Timothy, noticing the commotion, walked over. "What's going on?" he asked, concern flashing in his eyes. Joe quickly filled him in on everything, and when he finished talking, Timothy's eyes widened. "I'm coming with you," he insisted. Joe shook his head. “No, you stay here and enjoy yourself. I’m sure it’s nothing too serious.” But Timothy crossed his arms. “Not a chance, Joe. I’m coming.” Seeing that Timothy wasn’t going to take no for an answer, Joe agreed. "Fine, but stick close." They headed out, with Joe and John in Joe’s car and Timothy followin
“This is just the beginning. “ Joe reread the words on the paper. “Watch your back.” His heart was beating rapidly as he carefully placed the pictures back into the box. Whoever had done this wasn’t just some random intruder. Joe’s mind swirled with questions. Could it be the person he had seen Mr. Adam talking to recently? Or could it be Rosie? When that thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it almost immediately. Rosie had too much at stake to take such a risk. Joe’s thoughts shifted back to the stranger talking to Mr.Adam. He was sure his boss was behind this. And if that was the case, Joe knew he had to get to the bottom of it. With a quick decision, he closed the box, left his room, and headed straight to his car. He navigated down the darkened streets. Joe knew what he was doing was risky, maybe even foolish, but he couldn’t just sit around waiting for another cryptic message or another hit to his company. As he pulled up near the warehouse he had visited before, mem
“What happened to you?” Joe’s eyes remained on Mr. Adam’s swollen face, which had a dark bruise under one eye and a cut on his lower lip. “It’s nothing,” Mr. Adam grunted, standing slowly as he met Joe’s gaze. “There are more pressing issues right now.” Ignoring his words, Joe said, “Don’t give me that reply. Tell me what happened.” “I got into Fight, okay!”Mr Adam finally said. “It’s no big deal.” “With who?” Joe asked. Mr. Adam didn’t say a word and remained quiet for a while, which made Joe speak. “Was it with that man? Did you go and see him?” Mr. Adam was silent, his eyes darting away for a moment. “So you’re going to keep this from me too?” Joe said, shaking his head. “It’s not—“ Before Mr. Adam could complete his sentence, John spoke up; “I overheard your conversation with your guest,” Joe continued. “I know those men are after me. I’m sure you went over to smoothen things out with them, probably because of the break-in.” Mr. Adam’s face hardened. “T