Novel & Cerita Cindy Mcphearson

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR Jessica’s POV Cindy resigned as my assistant secretary the day I accepted Sphinx's offer to be a part of their team. I also signed an NDA so I couldn't tell anyone about them. Cindy's my best friend so I was broken hearted by her decision but I respect her. I know this time will come but I didn't think it would be sooner. "Hey, don't make me cry." She stopped packing her clothes in her case and walked to me.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West." "Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?" " Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. " "Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

Harper- My knee bounces nonstop as I sit on the side of the bathtub. “Harper, for the love of the moon goddess stay still” Nina says besides me as we watch the numbers on her phones countdown clock wind down. “I can’t help it” I say feeling a strange mixture of excitement, fear, nausea and I don’t know what else but I can’t help it. Ever since the first time Nixon knotted we’ve been going at it like a couple of jackrabbits in a never ending heat.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

She sat down on the floor,her designer's bag lying abandoned on the floor, heels kicked away,tears streaming down her face,the perfect image of a grieving mother. “Damian will be going to the club” Marcus reported. Scar nodded as she worked on her laptop. “Cindy was voted in to be CEO unanimously,like everyone was waiting for me to leave the picture” Scar asked, her face set in concentration,deep in thought. “Or maybe someone,a Mastermind who's planned for years,who was waiting for the right opportunity” Marcus said. “A Mastermind”

Moriah cut Cindy off before she blurted something awkward. Cindy realized that she had to consider Chelsea's feelings. It would be really awkward if she knew that Moriah was Shaun's ex fiancée. "Hi, I'm Cindy. I hope you'll enjoy the party." Cindy extended her hand for a handshake, Chelsea took Cindy's hand and shook it. After chatting for a while, Chelsea considerably relaxed and her reservation dissipated. With the warm personality of Moriah and Cindy she thought that she should not be raising her guard around them.

That woman’s name is Cindy. If anyone at the church knew the truth, especially Father Thomas—they’d be stunned. The same woman who coordinates communion schedules and politely reminds volunteers about potluck signups spends her nights watching dominatrixes flog grown men in lace panties. If they saw what I wore beneath my conservative skirts or peeked into the drawer I keep locked in my bedroom, they’d probably grab their rosaries and start praying.

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.