Amanda Jensen Novels & Stories

"Hey. I didn't recognize the number." "Oh, it's a new work line I had to set up for the boutique," Amanda said, her tone carrying that effortless, vibrant energy she always wore like a shield. Amanda, thirty-eight, a master stylist, and a whirlwind of chic sophistication. She is the only person who could look at my five-foot-eleven frame and know exactly how to drape it in fabric that made me feel like a queen rather than a giant. "Listen, darling, I know it's late notice, but I was just thinking about you, I'm finishing up a styling session near the Upper East Side and I wanted to check in. How are things at home? How is Leonard?"

But I never knew she would try to kill me. "Amanda has a daughter, Rory Moore. She was from her first marriage and Rory lived in London most of her time. Amanda's wealth came when her first husband died. Rory is only a year older than you. From the day Amanda saw you, she started changing Rory like you. Rory was brunette, but Amanda made her blonde and always bleached her hair. She even made her daughter undergo multiple plastic surgeries to look like you, and she does look like you. So this woman who is doing it is none other than Rory. "

Damon: I stood in the middle of my office, pacing like a caged animal. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, my thoughts spiraling into something sharp and wild. To say that I was livid, that I was furious, that I was angry, would be an understatement to what I was feeling. She went. She actually went. Sienna De Luca, the woman who gave birth to my daughter, the woman who now resided under my roof, had defied me and left for a job interview.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I had not realized I was staring mouth gaped open; I snapped my mouth shut right before he walked passed and glanced my way sending chills down my spine. It was about then that Jason and Amanda walked up to us, I was still watching Galen as he opened the door and entered in. Amanda is a good friend but usually quite nosey about other people's business and love to gossip. If you want a secret getting out just tell her and it will be all over town. She has wavy medium-length light brown hair and light brown eyes. Jason is average looking with dirty blond hair and green eyes he is about five-ten and usually outgoing and fun to hang around.

I replied, finishing my glass of juice. "Okay, I'll see you tonight then. Bye," Amanda said, quickly grabbing her bag and heading out. Amanda has been my friend and roommate since I moved to Dallas. We both attended the same college, and she has been my best friend ever since. We share many similarities, particularly our dedication to our work. As a result, Amanda has become one of the top Copy Editors at Henderson Company. I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and headed out to work while thinking about Josiah's special task.

Amanda met Jason today, in the middle of her three months of pregnancy, Amanda still wants to have a career and runs her cafe business. She called Jason to ask about the painting on the cafe wall. Everyone who takes care of the cafe design is Jason, including determining the furniture and everything. Today Amanda intends to monitor Jason's performance whether it is good or not. "Hello? Jason? Are you at the cafe this morning? " asked Amanda? "Yes, of course. I was just about to call you. About the cafe design, Amanda has finished. "

Amelia was amused and looked at him coolly: "You've been abroad for so many years, but you can still deal with the departments back home. If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't go overseas to study, but to do construction work." "You..." Jensen had never met anyone who could roast people better than his cousin. The key was, everything she said was true, so he could only mumble, "Sort of the Ponce family." Amelia looked at him: "Alright, let's see for ourselves." Jensen didn't catch that: "What?" "We want this land." Amelia didn't make this decision lightly. She looked at the map of Chicago, the corners of her mouth lifting a little: "There's more than one person playing with cheats."

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”