Amanda Cohen Novels & Stories

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE **A Birthday Surprise and a Vision for Tomorrow: John Anderson Announces Ariela Cohen as Future Controller of Anderson Enterprises** [Metropolis, 2000]— On the occasion of Ariela N. Cohen's birthday, Marc Jonathan Cohen, Founder and CEO of Cohen Enterprises, delivered a surprise announcement that has set the stage for the company's future. Today, not only marks the celebration of Ariela N. Cohen special day but also a strategic declaration of succession that introduces her as the future controller of Cohen Enterprises.

“It was a set up! “She continued sobbing. She had no make up on and she looked like a mess. Her face was disgusting to look at. I was dating a makeup addicted lady… Now I saw her true face. “Please Richy… Am sorry “she cried. “June… “I said trying to shift from her touch. She kept coming closer. A door opened and Amanda came into view… She wanted to hide and watch but looks like she’s bursted. My eyes darted to what she was wearing. Just a big shirt and bum short. She looked hot and like we just finished making out. An idea came to my mind. “Bae, come here “I said in a s*xy voice as I bit my lip. Amanda was suprised but played along. She catwalked to me and I held her waist pulling her real

Dark circles under her eyes, her usually perfect hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. "May I sit?" Victoria nods, grateful for any company that doesn't involve judgment or pity. "I've been calling you," Amanda says as she slides into the opposite chair. "I haven't been taking calls." "The Pemberton Foundation fired me yesterday." Victoria's stomach drops. The Pemberton Foundation is Amanda's life. She's been their events coordinator for eight years. "Why?" "Conflict of interest. Apparently supporting Leon Hart's defense makes me a liability." They sit in silence, two women watching their carefully constructed lives crumble around them.

Amanda said for Celine to sigh. “I don’t know too Mandy but my mind is saying, it’s Laila, I have no proof but she must be the one” Celine said for Amanda to nod. “Let me call you back” Amanda said hanging up. Immediately she open her internet but nothing about Aaron was trending, she wonder if it’s her network. She try searching but it wasn’t found so she called Celine again. “I tried searching to see the news but it wasn’t on net anymore” Amanda said for celine to frown.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

She seems people talked elegant and classy, ​​she just watched the movements of people she thinks that her world is far away from them again. "Hey." She turned to someone who approached her, she was immediately embarrassed because of the beautiful woman in front of her. The woman smiled at her and greeted her, to keep up she did the same. "I'm Diana, you must be the wife of Mr. Byron De Mevius?" The lady asked her. Amanda swallowed once, she didn't know what to answer the woman's question but for a few seconds when she realized that the woman was waiting for her answer, she said, “I’m Amanda.”

All these showed that her rich girl talk was fake. I just wondered why she couldn't be herself. Why be ashamed of who you are? She was still talking but I kept ignoring her and put my ear buds on to listen to another song. This time I listened to 'say amen (Saturday night)' by Panic! At the disco. For whatever reason, Mr. Edwards didn't come to class today. I didn't mind though.

"Where have you been? Amanda wants to see us all." Amanda was our honey blonde cheerleading captain, the definition of a typical high school queen bee. What she wanted today of all days, I didn't understand. "Molly, go on without me. Tell her I'll be there in-" I was saying, throwing out my hands in exasperation and hitting a hard surface. The Styrofoam cup slipped from my hands and I heard a male voice cuss loudly. I turned to meet the sight of a very annoyed Blake Johnson whose white T-shirt was currently soaked through by my hot coffee.

Chantelle is working at the coffee shop, and she sees a customer enter. She's surprised to see that it's Delcan, the handsome, wealthy man she met the other night. She feels a little flustered, but she tries to act cool and collected. As Delcan walks up to the counter, he says, "Hello, I'd like to order a coffee, please." He smiles at Chantelle, and she feels her heart skip a beat. She's nervous, but she tries to play it cool. "Sure thing," she says, and she starts making his coffee. Chantelle hands Delcan his coffee, and as he takes it, their hands touch briefly. They both look up, a little surprised by the contact. There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Delcan says, "Thanks for the

"Scarlett." ******