Moving To Timbuktu

Vanessa's POV I was wearing a black suede pants and matching white top paired off with purple louboutin shoes, and I wanted to puke all over them. Today was my first day on the job-well, technically, I've been working here for three weeks- and it was my first time heading a presentation. And by heading, I meant powerful men and women were going to sit around a table with fancy beverages we got just for this occasion and I was going to stand in front of them and attempt to make sense for at least two hours.Draw up the best design that will wow even the most cynical of all critics then I'm your girl. Speak to a group of more than five people? Yeah, that was not happening.Except it was, because Mr Sandeep had insisted. Who is Mr Sandeep, you ask? Well, he's the man who is about to either make my c

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Living Vicariously

Vanessa's POV(Continued)We had our reply a week later.In spite of the very colorful welcome, Gray's would still like to work with us.Hallelujah! I will not be going back to the unemployment line…..or sucking up my pride to ask mum for money.But.Of course there's a but. You don't puke all over one of the youngest billionaires in the world and not get your due comeuppance.And mine happens to be my position as lead on the project. Chloe is over the moon though because Cheryl had given her a supervisory role while I was back to being an understudy. I was happy to have kept my job and remain a part of the team, it's just.... "Are you sulking because hot and broody didn't check up on you?" Char said, picking the words right from my mind.We had a moment, I know we did. I just didn't understand why he never looked back. Even the official

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Spilled Fuel

Vanessa's POV(Continued) Hospitals have a horrible smell. And no, it's not in the disinfectant that makes you think of a toilet. It's in the despair, the desperate cling for hope in the air. Here, you expect the worst, hoping for the best. It's safe to say that I hated hospitals. All of my worst memories live here. Losing Shelly, my dog, when I was just ten. The following year, I broke my ankle when I fell from the tree in our backyard trying to retrieve my ballon. I don't remember much, only the agonizing pain, and the nausea when I saw the way my foot bent. Feet was never ever, supposed to bend that way. I almost passed out just looking at the unnatural angle. Oh, and I remembered the screams. As petrified and scared as I was, Rosa, my nanny, was more horrified than me. And let me t

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Clearwater

Vanessa's POV(Contined) "Listen love, I know this whole thing is absurd and hard to accept…" "No kidding!" "But you have to do it." Mum began gently, twenty minutes after we've both been staring at the closed door with varying degrees of worry.She worries about him, I think. To be honest, it's extremely hard to tell with my parents. Sometimes I even wonder why they are still together. "What? Have you lost your marbles?" I turned all of my anger and worry on her with a snarl. "I haven't. Your father and I have had our issues, you now that. I would never support him, but this time, it's imperative that

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Pound Of Flesh

CALLUM'S POV. "You are Shane Anders' daughter." I declared flatly. "Yes." She nodded back with a shy smile and a coy glance from underneath her eyelashes. My jaw ticked as the situation became clearer. Shane's proposal was beginning to make a lot more sense. For a long time, I have had the reputation of being a lifelong bachelor. No woman could pin me down, not even Alex. It seems Miss Anders wants to be Mrs Gray so bad, she was willing to get her father to blackmail me into it. Fine. She wanted a wedding? That she will get. She wanted to be famous, on the first page of all magazines and news sites? By god she would get it. She wanted to gloat and parade how happy she was in her scheme? Hell to the fuck no. By the time I'm done with Miss Anders, she will be nothing but a husk of pain. I didn't even know of her exi

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pawned Off To The CEO: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Moving To Timbuktu

Living Vicariously

Spilled Fuel

Clearwater

Pound Of Flesh