Barbara Kean Dc Novels & Stories

Kent were probably already asleep, and Barbara had gone out with her girlfriends. I went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. I wasn’t drunk, just slightly tipsy from the cheap champagne. When I got there, I was startled by what I saw. Barbara, the epitome of class and decorum, was drinking the wine I had gifted her parents straight from the bottle. She wore a robe over her tight dress, her bare feet in contact with the cold floor. Her hair was a mess, and she had mascara running down her face. "Barbara, what’s wrong?" I asked. Even slightly drunk, I clearly was the most composed one.

“Barbra has always had a way of pushing things when she wants to cause mischief. And she usually has her reasons… which is always selfish.” I leaned back in my chair. “You think there’s more to this fashion department nonsense?” “Of course I do,” she said bluntly. “Barbra doesn’t care about business. She likes appearances. Prestige. Influence. But not business.” “Oh, I see.” Grandma Evelyn continued. “If she’s suddenly championing a new department, then Roland probably called her and told her about Kim being the new head of analitics in Carter Cooperation. There’s a strong chance she wants to plant someone to disrupt things or make things difficult for KI'm.”

After that, Kinsey chose to go abroad to continue her studies and Barbara chose to marry. Barbara disappeared quietly after she divorced Dexter. Kinsey had been asking about her whereabouts since she came back from abroad, yet no one seemed to know where Barbara was. She didn't expect that they would meet by chance. Kinsey was now a well known producer in the TV station. Her eyes lit up when she heard Barbara was looking for job. "Barbara, I'm planning on making a blind date reality show. We need female participants for marketing in the early stage. Do you want to come and be a female participant?"

She bowed at the ladies respectfully. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us? One of my friends cannot come because her arthritis was hitting her again, so we have one free slot." Barbara Barry said coldly. She found the young woman a little rough in her manners. But the idea of creating friction for Chris Duvier would be a great sideshow. She would love to see the two women in one room. Think of the news generated by such an event. She relished the idea of a great story. "Yes, I would love to join you." Lea cannot believe her luck. Even if this old hag invited her, she is willing to suffer a few hours with her as long as she could be with Chris Duvier.

She must be imagining it. Staying on the dance floor for hours had made her forget about Marwick Garner. The heartless CEO might not be that heartless, but Keanu told her that he was looking for River Brown. He had hired world-class investigators and she needed to do something before he would come to know about her identity. With a big grin on her face, she got off the stage and went back to the bar. “Would you like any specific garnish or twist to your drink?” the handsome bartender asked her in a flirtatious tone.

I hesitate before answering. “Hello?” “Is this Jade?” “Yes.” “This is St. Lucy’s Hospital. You’re listed as Barbara Kent’s emergency contact.” My brows pinch together in worry. “What happened? Is Barbara okay?” There’s a pause. Then; “She attempted suicide.”

The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try.

Alexander’s POV “Sophia’s a lovely girl,” Barbara says, legs crossed and sipping a mocktail on the couch next to me. We’re at our reserved space at Vertigo—a rooftop bar. I turn my head to her, staring into her eyes because I know she has more to say. Barbara is Dimitri’s CFO and oversees the London branch of DMI. Sophia was a regular shopper. “She’s young… a little naive. But definitely not a child.” She completes.

Teaching was my one private anchor while I fulfilled my obligation here. “He doesn’t expect me to just sit idle while waiting for him to die, does he?” Ronald glances at me. “Harsh. But you could always work at the company instead.” My shoulders stiffen. I don’t reply. Ronald knows better than to push. We enter the dining hall. He leans in. “Barbara is furious with you.” “I know exactly how to cool her down.” My mother storms toward me, eyes blazing. Even in her fifties, Barbara Davenport still looks like she could command a boardroom and a runway in the same breath. Tall, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pinned with precision.

She felt disturbed, and honestly… a little doubtful that Byan had lied to her. He seemed sincere… or maybe he was just a great actor. After all, what could she expect from a gigolo? "I want to dance," Kia suddenly said, sliding off the bar stool. She smiled at Bara, reached out, and grabbed his tie, yanking it hard until Bara’s face was just inches from hers. "Take me to the dance floor," Kia ordered with a sly smile, clearly enjoying Bara's startled expression. *** Byan sighed when he didn’t find Kia at his club, the place he initially thought she’d be.