Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

"Mr. Kael chose me not because of my clothing size," Hellena interrupted swiftly, her voice rising slightly as she cut Cindy off mercilessly. "He needs a professional who can prepare financial reports without being off by a single cent, manage meetings with foreign investors across three different time zones, and ensure all confidential company documents remain free from public scandals. Can either of you do all that while maintaining a work efficiency rate above ninety percent?" Mita was left speechless. Meanwhile, Cindy clenched her fists as she realized she had been cornered in front of several employees who had begun stepping out of their offices to watch.

Maggie extended her hand and Cindy shook it fleetingly. “We’re friends of Soren,” Maggie said. “We saw you at Cafephany earlier.” Cindy stared at Maggie for a few moments and then smiled. “A, yes, I also saw you,” Cindy acknowledged and looked at Misha and Yana. “I’m Yana,” Yana introduced herself to Cindy and waved her hand. “I’m Misha.” Introduced herself to Cindy and smiled. “Where are you going?” Maggie asked Cindy. “At the MRT, on my way home.”

It took a long while for Helen to come to her senses. "Cindy? When did you come back to the country?" Cindy was supposedly studying abroad and would only return next year. Still, Cindy flashed a sweet smile right then, "Actually, I recently started a company with a partner, and we're aiming to get into the Riverton market. You have to help me out, Helen—business is booming in Lane Holdings, so you can't forget about the rest of us."

"What is going on here Mandy? I asked the secretary she slapped who already had tears on her face. Good day boss. This lady came in here claiming to be your fiance and requesting to be let into your office. I told her you were not in yet but she wouldn't listen to me as she tried entering your office so Ruth and I stopped her from going in considering you were not in and we do not know what her plans were. Then sh turned around and started hitting us" she concluded and I glanced at Chloe who was already sitting and crossing her legs. Chloe what was the meaning of that? Haven't I warned you to stop coming to my office to harass my employees? Why are you even here in the first place? I shrieke

Cindy had been live streaming for over two months and had gained considerable popularity on Tigernet, currently ranking in the top 100. Her success had even earned her an invitation to participate in the highly anticipated "Tigernet Night - Carnival of the Top 100 Internet Celebrities" event. Taking advantage of the summer break from school, Cindy had decided to stay in a rental house in Ridgeview instead of returning home. "Cindy, don't talk nonsense." Bob Flanders, the supervisor, winked at Cindy. After all, the keys to the villa had been sent to them. How could it not belong to him?

“Something urgent came up, that’s all. Just be careful—Tod has taken care of the online situation.” “Alright.” Amanda nodded. Her three babies were simply amazing. “Then I’m relieved. Bye-bye!” After Cindy hung up, Amanda frowned slightly. Meanwhile, Cindy was standing with Terry in front of the most luxurious, high-end club in Cindale—Royal No. 1. “Terry, let’s go in.” Micheal, that scumbag, was here today. He had even brought some woman along—not nearly as pretty as Fanny. It was the perfect chance to get some useful footage.

However, as three days ticked by, no one got to shake hands with the elusive Maverick. The following day, Celena had Cindy, the new assistant she had just brought on board, put together a few presents before they both headed over to the Sunflower Hotel. Cindy, who had just tossed her graduation cap with no real job experience under her belt, had never rubbed elbows with the high and mighty. So, she could not help but gawk at the lineup of business moguls and blue-blooded elites milling around as she stood at the entrance of the Sunflower Hotel.

Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words. “Oh, you pampered that bitch too much that's why she cheated on you,” he hissed. “If you want a woman to act like a woman you need to let her know her place.” He turned to Allen, his voice dropping. “You know if you merge your company to the Rodriguez group, you will become unstoppable.” “You know the Rodriguez will never agree to that,” Allen frowned. “Not when you have the right people supporting you,” he tucked a car in Allen's breast pocket. “When you finally make up your mind.” He winked. “You know where to get me.”

the woman answered slangily, and without hesitation, she pulled up a chair to sit next to Lawrence. Lawrence was unable to talk right away. He still looks shocked. I could not help but look at the woman in front of us—tall, slender body, corn-colored hair, silky complexion, and somewhat revealing clothing. She was wearing a mini skirt and a spaghetti strap top. Cindy cleared her throat to grab the attention of the visitor. “Oh, you have company!” she exclaimed. And that caught Lawrence’s attention. “Yes. By the way, this is Cindy, Carrick’s fiancée and her friend, Margaux,” Lawrence introduced us. “This is Terris Mondragon, a friend of mine.”

So, Cindy decided to collaborate with Linda. Cindy entered the office under a shower of praises and took a seat in the guestroom. She looked around and asked in a condescending tone, “Where’s Linda? Why isn’t she here to greet me when she’s already heard that I’m here?” “Uh… Miss Linda is still working on her designs. She’ll be out in a minute.” “What do you mean by that!?” Cindy changed her demeanor instantly. She launched a threat without hesitation. “Don’t you know my husband’s status? He’s friends with the founder of the fashion magazine that you’re featured on! How dare a mere fashion designer let me wait! One word from me, and her reputation will go down the hill!”