“This is fucking insane!” Joe exclaimed as they pulled up to the massive warehouse. It wasn’t what he had imagined—it was far more impressive. Cars of every make and model lined the walls that gleamed under the warehouse's overhead lights.Joe couldn't contain his excitement as he stepped out of the car.“I can’t believe this place,” Joe murmured to himself.Just as he was about to approach one of the cars, a tall man in a sharp suit appeared out of nowhere. He had a stern expression. “This is private property. You have no business being here.” He snapped.Joe blinked, a little taken aback by the man’s words. “Uh... actually, my father owns this place,” Joe replied, trying to stand his ground, but the man gave him a skeptical once-over, clearly not buying it.Before Joe could say anything further, Timothy stepped forward. “This is the latest heir to the Whitmore empire,” he announced.The man’s stern look didn’t change. He crossed his arms over his chest.“And I am the prime minis
Joe stepped into his father’s company on Monday, with anxiety taking over his mind at each step he took.Before he had a chance to collect his thoughts, a sharply dressed man approached him with a wide smile.“Is he the one?” His eyes moved from Mr.Adam who was standing behind then it returned to Joe.“Yes.” Mr. Adam said. “The new owner of the Whitmore empire.”"Mr. Whitmore," the man said, extending his hand. "I’m Jeremy, your father’s assistant and I’m going to be yours. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. If you'll follow me, I’ll show you around."Joe nodded. Jeremy led him through the lobby, pointing out various areas."This is the reception, obviously, and over there is the entrance to the executive wing," Jeremy explained as they walked. "You’ll have access to all of these areas, of course."As they passed by the reception desk, Joe caught the eye of a lanky woman with dark curls framing her face. She flashed him a warm smile, her eyes lingering on him a moment longer than ne
“Joe!” Mr Adam said in a bold tone. He turned to Mr. Adam and walked in his direction. Mr. Adam was about to say more words, but Joe beat him to it. “Did you see that man over there?” Joe asked once he got closer. “He’s the same man I saw when I was trying to save Jerry. I have a feeling he came for me.” Mr. Adam’s expression changed as he glanced at Joe. “You don’t need to worry, Joe. You’re safe. The man isn’t here for you.” He said Joe furrowed his brow, not satisfied with the answer. “Then what’s he here for? If he’s not here for me?” Joe asked in a confused tone. Mr. Adam's gaze flickered, displaying something Joe couldn't quite place. “It’s nothing, Joe. Don’t overthink it. Some things are better left unsaid.” Joe’s suspicion grew. He crossed his arms as he stared deeply into Mr. Adam’s eyes. “Are you hiding something from me, Mr. Adam? “ he spoke up. “I would repeat my words. Some things are better left unsaid.” Mr. Adam said in a firm tone. “I want an
Joe’s car pulled up to the grand entrance of the charity ball. The building was massive, with glowing chandeliers visible even from the outside. As the driver opened Joe’s door, he took a deep breath. "Are you ready for this?" Mr. Adam asked from the front seat. Joe turned to look at him, adjusting his suit. It was brand new and felt like the most expensive thing he’d ever worn. “Yes,” Joe said with an edgy tone. He was still a bit angry at Mr.Adam. "Good luck," Mr. Adam said. "I’ll be waiting around in the car if you need anything." Joe hesitated for a moment. "I haven’t forgotten about yesterday’s conversation." Mr. Adam’s expression darkened slightly. "It’s high time you forget, Joe. Focus on tonight." Joe didn’t respond. He stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air. As he walked toward the entrance, he adjusted his suit once more. At the gate, a man with a name tag stopped him. "Name, sir?" "Mr. Whitmore," Joe said firmly. The man straightened,
"The media is going wild!" Jeremy yelled as he burst through Joe’s office door the next day. "Everyone is talking about your encounter with Aaron White last night. It’s all over the news." Joe leaned back in his father’s leather chair, twirling slightly as he let the words sink in. "Is it good or bad?" Mr.Adam asked. Jeremy grinned. "Oh, it’s good! Everyone wants to know more about Joe Whitmore, the heir to the Whitmore fortune. They want to get up close and personal, and Cherry has been handling calls all morning from top executives wanting to fix meetings with you." Joe blinked, surprised. "Wow." "Wow, is right!" Jeremy said, clearly more excited than even Joe. "We’ve never seen this kind of response before. The buzz is incredible!" Just as Jeremy was speaking, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then quickly excused himself. "Cherry’s calling. I’ll be right back!" As Jeremy dashed out of the room, Mr Adam stepped forward and looked at Joe, a rare smile tuggi
Joe stepped outside, blinking against the harsh sunlight. The murmuring crowd immediately drew his attention. Mr. Adam was standing near the gate, he looked frustrated. “Miss, this is private property!” Mr. Adam said. “You can’t be doing this here!” Joe frowned, walking closer to the scene. His presence quickly caught Mr. Adam’s attention. “I can handle this,” Joe said calmly. Mr. Adam glanced at him, and he looked doubtful. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mr. Adam muttered, shaking his head. “This could turn ugly.” Joe took a breath and put a hand on Mr. Adam’s shoulder. “Trust me,” he said firmly. Mr. Adam didn’t look convinced but stepped aside reluctantly. The minute Joe moved forward his eyes landed on Rosie. “There he is!” she shouted. “The man of the hour—the betrayer!” Joe’s chest tightened. Rosie. He hadn’t seen her in months, but here she was, standing at the forefront of a group of women, looking more furious than ever. “Rosie,” Joe spoke up. “What is thi
Mr. Adam walked into Joe’s office,several hours later. Joe’s eyes immediately shifted to him. He was eager to know how things had turned out with Rosie. "How did it go?" Joe asked. He leaned back in his chair, trying to appear calm, but his fingers drummed impatiently on the armrests. Mr. Adam sighed deeply before speaking. "I managed to get her to leave," he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "But before she left, she called the media. They showed up just as I was getting her off the property. She's up to something, Joe." Joe's eyes narrowed. "I know," he said quietly. "She's always up to something.” “I regret having something to do with her.” Joe added,with a grim tone. Mr. Adam crossed his arms as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "So, what’s the plan? How do you intend to handle this?" Joe glanced out the window for a moment, watching as the sun started to descend. After a long pause, he looked back at Mr. Adam. "I don’t know yet but I will find a way to take c
"My ex is trying to ruin my life," Joe said, finally breaking the silence between them. Timothy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Wait, are you talking about the crazy lady who showed up at your company?" Joe furrowed his brow. "How do you know about that?" Timothy reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "It’s all over the internet, man. You haven’t seen it?" He tapped his screen a few times, then handed the phone over to Joe. "Here. Take a look." Joe’s stomach dropped as he stared at the video playing on the screen. It was footage of Rosie at his company, shouting about how he had abandoned her, claiming to be pregnant with his child. The crowd, the chaos—everything from earlier that day had been captured and uploaded for the world to see. The video had thousands of views already. "This is bad," Joe muttered. He handed the phone back to Timothy, feeling a wave of dread wash over him. "Don’t let it get to you," Timothy said. "As far as you didn’