Caitlin Andrews Novelas e Histórias

I was a crazy woman and Liliana has made sure that Evelyn believed it too. My face turned serious as I spoke the next words "my father is Andrew Smith" my voice was cold and toneless as I stepped closer to her " CEO of C & S company. I am Claire Smith, the first born of Andrew Smith" I slow grin creeped into my lips as I watched her face morph into shock "you can G****e me" I turned around, flipping my hair dramatically as I stormed out of the library. I was fuming with rage and the whole situation was annoying the hell out of me.

"Never mind, let it be. Cheap or expensive, this is a gift I'm grateful for, even if I don't know who gave it." "What's going on, why is it so boisterous?" asked a woman who suddenly entered the shooting location. A staff member hurriedly approached the woman. "Mrs. Caitlin Maddux, I thought you weren't coming today." The woman smiled flatly. "Of course I have to come, Daisy. I have something important to tell the models." Caitlin had all the models gather nearby. She is the editor in chief of Harvest Weekly Magazine and is renowned for her discipline and fairness.

I said shaking her . "Ohh Beth is you."she said rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Yea its me,remember our plan ."I said looking round incase anyone is seeing us. "Yes but it can't be this night ."Kate said with her eyes almost falling out. "Well this night is perfect ,all the guard are out drinking which makes it easy to jump the fence."I said trying to convince her. "Am not sure I can come with you Beth."she said sadly "Why???."I half yelled at her

All grown, beautiful and sweet, Claire stood in front of him. His boss. He Should have asked General ISSA for pictures. She looked sexy as hell in that Purple doll dress that revealed more than it consealed. 7years. She was a woman now, a very beautiful woman. It felt funny seeing her cladded in so much make up. The Claire he used to know didn't really need any makeup. Andrew tried not to stare for too long, keeping a straight face was easy with all his years in the army besides,He was here on a Job. He loved her when there were younger. She was married now, moved on from what there were, just as He prayed for.

He actually sat with his feet up on the desk, reading the paper, ignoring everyone. Caitlin walked over to him and placed her new I.D. card on the desk. She stood there and waited for him to look up, but he never did. She finally cleared her throat. “Excuse me.” He reluctantly lowered his newspaper. “I’m Caitlin Paine. I’m new. I think I’m supposed to give you this.” “I’m just a sub,” he replied, and raised his paper, blocking her. She stood there, confused. “So,” she asked, “….you don’t take attendance?”

He clicked on her profile and after taking a good look like at the picture provided, he began reading out a loud in hopes to learn something about her . "Full name: Blair Astrid Andrews DOB: 4th October 1998 Age: 23 years Profession: Lawyer Blair Astrid Andrews is the one and only heiress of country's biggest construction company. Losing her parents at a ripe age of 7, Blair has been raised by her uncle Miguel Andrews and aunt Martha Andrews. Blair has expressed her disinterest in business and currently practices as a lawyer at the reputed KS Law Firm."

I laughed, scanning the names again. “Simon Sawyer. Lionel Leslie. Patrick Paige. Miles Meadow. Julian Juniper…. And the girls, Nicola Noëlle. Zara Zoréna. Freya Faye.” I shook my head in delighted disbelief. “Your mother is a genius. I need to meet her. She's clearly operating on a different creative plane.” Andrew’s expression stayed neutral—almost bored. “Yeah. She's… something.” I caught the flat tone, the way his eyes slid away. Noted. Filed away. Didn’t push.

“As we all know, Mr. Vanderbilt and Caitlin have dedicated years of service to charitable causes. Their efforts in disaster relief and support for impoverished areas have touched countless lives.” The host turned to the audience. “Now, let’s take a look at some of the remarkable work they’ve done over the years.” Everyone’s eyes turned to the giant screen. Zora held her breath, eyes locked on the screen. Come on… Play it… The moment it plays, Caitlin’s carefully crafted image would shatter. The truth would be exposed. The world would finally see her for what she really was.

But tonight, something about it felt heavier. “I didn't expect you to come” Andrew said “It wasn't optional so I decided to just attend as your assistant” “Thank you” I smiled, A woman was walking up to us. She was stunning, in that way women on magazine covers are — tall, sleek, her black hair pinned in a perfect updo. She walked up to us with a confidence that screamed ownership. “Andrew,” she said smoothly, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “Lily,” he said, voice calm, “this is Sabrina Lennox. She’s—”

I am afraid I couldn't get prepared in advance without her reminder. "Well, you have not succeeded yet. Do you know why Caitlyn bought so many clothes today? I heard that she suddenly went crazy one day and cut up all her clothes in her sanatorium. I hope you will not be hurt by her." Merlin Mitchell let me leave the office after leaving a chilling warning. But she won't know that I am not afraid of Caitlyn Christian at all. Because essentially, Caitlyn Christian and I are the same kinds of people, the ones who will do whatever it takes to get what we want.