Author Susan Ee Novels & Stories

she said to me as she took a bite of her sandwich before drinking her water. "Then I would stop because"- I started saying but she cut me off. "Cece, I love you but who gives a flying fuck about Dan okay. You have the hottest man on the planet after you, who's going to literally rock your world and you're still worried about Daniel Hale, CEO of nobody gives a shit" again Susan said whatever was on her mind without any remorse. I was just grateful at least she was supportive of this thing with Reid even though she is encouraging me to go further than what I intended.

"I didn't expect that you are still a fan of mine." Andrew was surprised, "Have you seen his movie?" Olive was silent for three seconds without explaining, "Mm-hmm." Another intern chimed in at this moment. She looked like a more lively character and laughed with a small tiger tooth. "What movie?" Without waiting for an answer, the girl said, "By the way, my name is Susan." Olive replied with a smile, did not continue to talk to them, and returned to her seat. She turned on the computer and saw Susan take out her mobile phone and add W******p with Andrew and Leo.

she wailed tears spurting out from her eyes Arrrghhh!! I groaned in frustration. Is this why she was wailing and here I was, thinking I had done something bad to her or taken something valuable from her and beside it skipped my mind when I left yesterday but I did bought her lots of food today. This lady is wierd. I haven't seen such foodie before.

My eyes, now laser-focused, followed each spreadsheet and document Rylee is opening one by one, it’s backtracking where Magnus Constructions began until we reached Evan’s first client. I know his success story by heart, and what Rylee clicked on next made my heart sink so far under the ground, I’m finding it hard to breathe. “W-what…” my hand shot up to my lips, pinching, preventing it from trembling. I stood up from my chair, needing space to wrap my mind around this, to breathe. “T-This has to be a trick.” “It looks genuine to me, Miss Reed,” Rylee said in a small voice barely above the loud roaring in my chest.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“Leo trusts my recommendations many atimes. Just one phone call, I will push your firm forward, and you’re in.” “That contract is worth millions.” “I know.” She said excitedly. “Are you for real Miriam?," she asked. “I always am.” Susan exhaled slowly. “And what exactly do you need from me?” “I believe you do.” I wink at her. Susan’s expression changed. “You’ve thought this through right?” “I don’t act emotionally,” I replied. “I act precisely.” “Fine,” Susan said quietly. “But once this starts, it moves on its own.” “That’s the point.”

"Are you crazy?" Marina looked around sarcastically as though searching if there was someone else in the room. "Are you talking to me? Sir?" "Get out. Right now." Ryan ordered, walking round to his table. Zipping up her skirt, Marina smacked her lips and started walking towards the shelf of books. "Yes, I will get out but before that, I'd like to retrieve what's mine." Marina got to the shelf, pulled out a book and dipped her hand into the space.

Susan asked wryly. "Ha ha ha, very funny, Dr Grey. " Fatima retorted; she said the name with a nasty face. And then she said, "How did you know, I haven't told anyone yet. " Most the time, these two always bicker. It was very fun and cute to watch. They could be at it throughout lunch period. But they are both so good at their jobs and strong women in their own rights. Susan, is a black American, from south Crenshaw. With her dark faux locs, high cheek bones and perfectly shaped nose, she is such a beauty. Under the scrubs, was a nicely curved body. Sometimes I wonder if she'd ever consider modeling.

Susan asked, turning to me, one eyebrow raised. “Absolutely,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I like that you take charge.” She smirked, satisfied with my answer. “Well, someone has to. This place needs a woman's touch. A real one.” I chuckled. Susan never held back her opinions. She was blunt, bold, and completely unfiltered. The opposite of Sarah, who always tiptoed around, trying not to upset anyone. Susan looked around again, her eyes landing on a painting hanging in the hallway. “And that,” she said, pointing at it, “that ugly thing needs to go.”

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.