Cindy Berman Novels & Stories

He was her past, and meant nothing now. “Hey,” Kimberly said with a tired smile, facing her friend. “I'm so glad you're back, Kim! Guess what?” Cindy said quickly, excitement written all over her face, bursting through every word she uttered. “You found a boyfriend?” Kimberly teased. “What? No!” Cindy laughed, rolling her eyes. Kimberly chuckled. “So, what’s up? You look like you just closed a billion-dollar deal.” “Well, almost. I’ve been sent to HEMA for a short-term project.”

The damn heel would not come off. Looking up at the sky, she tried to remember how to wish upon a star. She needed all the help she could get. It was bad enough she left her family and all her friends in New York. Now, she only had Cindy as a friend but also her boss. And even though they worked well together she didn't know how far she could push their friendship. Cindy had received the new position of Western PowerUP Manager for a reason. She'd been diligent with the people she managed as well as outside vendors. She had to be a strong woman. Sam wasn't sure she was tough enough to go up against her inside the workplace as well as outside.

Saying that she gave her a remote and continued, "Put any movie of your choice." Cindy dropped the remote on the table and asked, "When is he coming out?" "Any moment from now, just try and make yourself comfortable," Bernita answered. "Okay... But I don't want to watch a movie, can I get a storybook?" She requested. "A storybook?" Bernita asked. "Yes, a storybook," Cindy answered. "Sure, you will... Just give me a minute and I will be right back." Bernita said and went to get her a story from the bookshelf.

The private investigator said, "Cindy Beech is Mrs. Gray's half-sister—they share the same father. I'll send you her information." Christina hung up after a hum of agreement. Then, she received an email from the private investigator. In it was a summary of Cindy's life. Cindy was the campus belle of Queendale University and had studied in the School of Business. She'd only gotten in as a gymnastics scholarship student after Evan had donated a faculty building to the university.

“I’ll not do something as lowly as that. Also, stop calling me Cathy. Hearing you say that hurts my ears.” She turned to look at the salesperson. “Hurry and pack it up for me. I don’t want to keep hearing the crazy dogs bark.” “You…” A flurry of emotions chased across Cindy’s face. Janet held her back. “Let her be. Let’s go check out the Burberry store. To be honest, I think the clothes here are still too cheap. My brother probably won’t like them.” “True.” Cindy understood her meaning instantly. She felt especially satisfied upon imagining the embarrassed look on Catherine’s face later when the card was declined.

"Indeed. My father is coming for the event to discuss a partnership with the Schmidt Group. I simply wanted to confirm if Benjamin would be attending." "Oh! So that’s how it is. Well, I wish you a happy partnership," Cindy said with a beaming smile. There was no fun in exposing her outright; Cindy preferred to watch her act. Since Joey had the nerve to lie, they certainly had the nerve to pretend to believe her. "Ah! Come to think of it, the summit is only a few days away." Cindy turned to Irene. "Auntie, let's go to Maison L tomorrow and pick out a stunning outfit for Amanda. We'll make sure she’s the most beautiful woman by Benjamin’s side."

Everything about her screams attractiveness. "Tay, this is Clyde Dante and Beverly Carington. They're the people who designed the Harvest. This is my wife, Taylor." He introduced us to his wife. I shook her hand so was Clyde. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Hastington." I smiled. "Oh.. don't be so formal, you can call me Taylor." She said as she sat down across me. "But Mr. Dante.. I'm glad that you took over this project because I don't like Peter's style of design. I mean.. his design is modern but somehow it doesn't suit my taste alog with my dad's."

Cindy is such a nice person. She makes me feel absolutely welcome as we stroll along next to each other in one of the most expensive shopping districts in the city. It’s as if I’m with a friend. We don’t talk about the proposal Mr. Merriweather has made to me. We really don’t talk about him much at all, except for when Cindy says how nice he is and how glad she is to work for him. She says he’s the best boss she has ever had, the best boss she could hope for. She also says not to worry about spending too much money, that Mr. Merriweather will be disappointed if I don’t get everything I want.

“Cindy’s assistant, right? Come in, come in.” “Thank you,” I replied, shaking his hand briefly before sitting down. I dressed modestly in a knee-length skirt and a blouse that was anything but not revealing, but Victor’s eyes roamed over me like a predator sizing up prey. He licked his lips subtly, but enough for me to notice. I cleared my throat, trying to bring the conversation back to the documents. “Mr. Lambert, I understand you have some paperwork for me to take back to Ms. Berlick.” He smiled, leaning back in his chair. “We’ll get to that. But first, tell me do you enjoy working for Cindy?”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.