Beatrice Tris Prior Novels & Stories

Listening to another girl say something about Precious was something I couldn't handle, I knew where this conversation would lead to if I let it happen. She smiled and nodded, "Sorry if you took offense handsome, I am Beatrice, the daughter of Bob O'Reilly, the CEO of O'Reilly Enterprise. I am a girl as you can well see, " she paused, looking down on her laps before she picked up again, "I had always wanted to be a fashion designer, own my brand, and even own a conglomerate that had shoe and bag brands but instead I studied Business just so I could take over from my father. To cut the long story short, during my mother's funeral after she died, a woman and her three children attended the fun

Beatrice reminded. "Okay mum, I will" She relaxed her back on the car, and started posing. Beatrice chuckled as she took photos of Trisha. "Baby, take your left leg back a little" Beatrice informed, and Trisha did as she said. It made a cute photo. "Excellent. Let's go in" Beatrice said. Trisha opened the car door and brought out a wrapped item which her mum had bought for she to give the birthday girl. Beatrice locked the door with her car key, she was about to walk in when her phone rang. It was her secretary. Business calls were important to her, so she answered the call.

a harsh whisper hissed from the copy alcove twenty feet away. I didn’t look up from my pinky nail, but my lips curled into a smirk. The speaker was Beatrice, a woman in her late forties whose wardrobe consisted entirely of beige pant suits and resentment. Beside her stood high-and-mighty Clara, who had been passed over for the senior executive secretary role three times in the last five years.