Romans & histoires Harrison Wells Dc

"It's just a charity pin, Mr. Blackstone. Now please, help me convince your wife to…" "What was the name of the facility?" I interrupted. "Where you worked with Victoria?" Dr. Harrison's expression didn't change. "I've never worked with anyone named Victoria. I've been at Memorial for fifteen years. Before that, Johns Hopkins. My credentials are impeccable and easily verified." "He's lying!" Ava cried. "I saw him at Willowbrook! I saw.."

"We've completed the investigation on Marcus Wellington. He's not involved. He was at home during the attack. Multiple witnesses confirm. Also, we found significant debt in his name. He doesn't have the resources to hire professional assassins." So it wasn't Marcus. Another text came through. "However, we're having difficulty getting information on Dave Harrison. Most of his records are sealed or encrypted. His business dealings are completely private. We'll keep digging, but it might take time." I frowned. Why would Dave have such tight security on his information? What was he hiding? My phone buzzed again. Another message from James. "Sir, we did find one thing. Dave Harrison was at a char

"Well, that’s a tragedy for the financial papers, Mr Fabian. But what does a dead billionaire have to do with me? Why are you in my office?" Harrison leaned forward, the smell of stale coffee and desperation wafting toward her. "Because Madison Wellman is involved." "Madison?" Olivia sneered the name like it was a mouthful of ash. She looked at him with a fresh wave of suspicion, her gaze travelling over his dishevelled appearance. "And how do you know that? What could a high-society ghost like her have to do with the legalities of a Hemsworth death?" Harrison swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He didn't blink as he dropped the truth. "Because I assisted her in his demise."

Harrison had just finished picking a coral blue dress when he turned around, but his so called wife was nowhere to be found. “Pack this up and take me to the room with your security cameras.” The attendant hesitated. “Sir, the security room is not…” “Mr Alexander.” A man stepped out from the shadows. “It is our honour to have you here at Plaza 99. Why do you need the camera footage, please?” Harrison realized this was the manager from his name tag. “I cannot find my wife.” The manager was amazed. He did not realize that the most sought after bachelor for three years was finally taken.

Daniel Harrison’s executive secretary, Wayne Carter, stepped inside looking uneasy. “General Manager Harrison…” His expression was complicated. “President Harrison wants to see you upstairs.” Daniel Harrison? Navia’s eyes instantly turned cold. That probably meant trouble. “What does he want?” ***

“The Wells...I need to go in. I’ll be back.” Hailey blinked. “What? where are you going?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He was already out the door, the notification replaying in his mind like a pulse. *** Reporters packed the plaza in front of Wells Corporation like a moving sea. Cameras flashed and microphones jutted like insect legs. Alex pushed through the press, his ID in hand, swallowed definitions and the surge of adrenaline singing in his ears. “You can’t enter, sir,” a security officer barked, palm up, the standard wall.

Sarah was leaning forward over Steven’s desk, her finger pointing at a map of the valley logistics sector, her focus entirely consumed by the investigation. "Yes," I whispered into the phone, turning my body completely toward the window to block my face from her view. "She’s right here with me. We’re at the police station. Why? What’s going on, Doctor?" "Mr. Rider, I need you to take the phone off speaker if it’s currently on speaker," Dr. Harrison said, his tone turning absolute, a quiet urgency vibrating through the static. "Do not let Ms Hale hear what I am about to say."

"Glad I could be of service. Anything else I can provide?" My brain was melting. The logic was gone, replaced by the visceral memory of how he felt against me. "You can start with a name," I giggled, trying to catch my breath. He laughed against my skin, the sound dark and rich. "It’s Harrison." I froze. The name hit me like a bucket of ice water. Harrison. There were a lot of Harrisons in D.C., but only one who threw parties in a house that felt this much like a fortress.

But it's like all I said fell on deaf ears. Why the sudden change of mind.” He asked anyway. “It's none of your business. You either want my help or not.” I spat about hanging up when he stopped me. “Let's meet in person and talk about it or scratch that. I'll call you back so we can discuss it more.” He hung up, his tone so lively. Earlier before the Italy trip He had approached me and introduced himself as Harrison Wells and he would need my help as he saw that I am an intelligent woman who wouldn't let an opportunity pass her.

Hazel smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I am Hazel from HAB. I would like to talk to you, is that okay?" She and Martha had waited for Harrison for an entire afternoon, but eventually, when Martha went out to buy water, she saw Harrison leaving through the back door. So they followed him in desperation, as time waits for no one. Harrison squinted his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed. He had been hiding all day, and finally came out, only to be chased down by Hazel. Harrison turned to look at Hazel, and his gaze, which was blatantly sizing her up, became increasingly deep.