Jay Glazer Novels & Stories

“So, you are a waitress?” “Yes!” “And how did you meet Keith?” He shot another question. As Cara was about to respond, she heard his phone ringing. “Excuse me!” Aries answered Mike’s call. “Yes, did you find something about Glaziers?” Cara’s eyes shot up at him as Aries stood up and strode towards the balcony. “Shane Glazier had a team of five most competent employees, but right after his death, all of them were fired. I am convinced that they are all privy to something that the Glazier family is desperately attempting to keep under wraps.”

“what have I done now?” “absolutely nothing Dev, get ready, I’m your personal driver for today” he said, perking up at the last part “what?! Why? Where’s Clarke?” “relax, he had to go see his daughter, I gave him leave, considering you keep forgetting that your workers are entitled to have one once in a while”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Taken aback, Paige looked at Gloria and responded, “Honestly speaking, I am.” Gloria stared at Paige with a smile and commented, “We’re scared, too.” Paige was speechless. She looked at Gloria in shock and asked, “You, too?” Gloria nodded. “Yeah. I think Mr. Jewell commands the room. He’s scary when he scowls. I hold my breath when he’s around, hoping I can just vanish.” Paige was lost for words. She felt the same. Gloria carefully did Paige’s nails for another half an hour. Once she was done, she asked Paige with a smile, “Do you like it, madam?”

It was Jesse Doyle, a junior from my department, the same guy I'd asked for help before. Jesse was one of the other students guaranteed admission to Arkenville University, just like I was. He wanted to apply for Professor Briggs's graduate program as well, which was how we'd gotten close. But since he was still a junior, he hadn't signed up for the competition this year. When I first decided to quit, Jesse was the only one I thought to call. My teammates had worked so hard, I couldn't just walk away and ruin everything. Asking Jesse to step in was the only way to keep them from losing all their effort.

' In full view of everyone, the car door opened. A pair of black leather shoes stepped down, and the person got out of the car. The man was slender and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Helma pursed his lips and watched Jordan get out of the car. "Hello, everyone. I am Jordan Ellis, the representative of the Guller Group and Mr. Guller's special assistant..." Several disappointed groans were heard behind Helma. "I knew it. Why would the president of the Guller Group come here for such a competition?"