Claire Harvey Hundred Novels & Stories

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Bella Hawkins stared through the glass door to watch the owner of the building as he typed up some document on his computer. Clark Anderson was the sexiest man she’d ever seen and far out of her league. He owned the entire Anderson Corporation and was worth billions. Looking like a sex god meant there were many women begging for his attention, glamorous women with the time and money to make themselves available to him. Clark had been seen with many super models and actresses. When she’d been waiting for the bus she’d read the article in a glossy mag that linked him to several porn stars as well.

“Harold knew something, and he was desperate enough to risk his life to warn you.” Claire exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the desk. “He was the prosecutor, Adrian. The one who made sure I got convicted. Why the hell would Harold be talking to him now?” Adrian closed the file, his fingers tapping against the desk. “That’s what we’re going to find out.” Claire felt the weight of the moment settle over her. For three years, she had convinced herself she knew who her enemies were—Liam, Ava, Harold. But now?

He assumed that there is probably another artiste that she will manage that he has not been informed yet. "Oh! Aren't you Jay Boone, the newly debuted actor?", A crispy voice asked him. The lady was wearing a peach coloured top and as she stood up, he saw that she was wearing a skirt of the same colour and she looked very professional. " Wow, you look more handsome in person", She said. "You are....", He asked. " Oh! Don't mind me. I'm Cynthia Bradford ", She said.And added, stretching her hand. "I will be your manager starting now", She said.

His facial features were like a muscular model. Clara estimated that he was over six feet tall. The aura of nobility he exuded was very strong. Clara couldn't take her eyes off him. “Good morning, Mr. Halle.” Sheina's voice cut through Clara's observation. With a slight reverence, Clara introduced herself. “Hello, Mr. Halle. I'm the PR professional who was transferred from the overseas branch. My name is Clara Clark.” At that name, Adrian raised his eyebrow in surprise. The name sounded familiar. But he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Let's have breakfast before I go." "Okay," she nodded. "Babe, these are our candidates." Harvey smiled at them and nodded. He carefully scooped up their baby and sat beside his wife as she showed him their profiles. He bent down to whisper. "You can take care of it. You can have as many as you want," he grinned at her. She giggled and nudged him. Harvey was very careful while holding their baby. "Clare Benson?" she asked, looking at the woman with brown hair. "So, you've done it two times now?"

And I notice that the lack of my Irish accent is one more thing Harvey managed to take from me. Harvey’s voice comes out polished, cold, American, and absolutely controlled. His “yes” is a claim: he is not going to retreat, he has planted his flag in enemy territory and plans to recover what he built, no matter how long it takes. The two men stare at each other over Claire’s head. The air between them vibrates with dangerous electricity. Claire blinks, processes the double answer, and then shrugs with the naturalness of a child accustomed to having her wishes granted in complicated ways.

If Harvey continued to sit here, he would probably suffocate to death. Harvey froze and hastily stood up. “Yes, please.” Harvey nodded at the couple and did not make eye contact. He just turned around and went to the dressing room inside. Clayton narrowed his eyes as he watched Harvey’s departing back. He put away the smile on his face. “Harvey Sage? Are you guys close?” Nicole was playing with her phone. She shook her head. “Not really. I think the last time we met was last year?”

“Come on, lady. I’m not here for suspense. What stupid thing can Claire possibly do for him apart from giving him money?” My patience was wearing thin. But what she said next completely blindsided me. “Your wife is the only one who can make him reach climax.” For a second, everything around me blurred. Did I hear her correctly, or were my ears playing tricks on me? A loud, hearty laugh burst out of me. Of all the ridiculous things she could come up with, Claire making a man reach climax? How pathetic. “You think I’m joking?” Pattie asked once I had calmed down and wiped my eyes.

The door creaked open, revealing Claire dressed in 4-inch Louboutin heels, a red gown, red gloves, and a red hat that covered half of her face as she sashayed in. My mouth fell wide open while I gawked at her; she was exquisite. "What is she doing here?" The shareholders demanded frantically. "Don't tell me you brought your wife here because you thought she was important and..." Claire ran her hands gently on my shoulders before placing her purse right on the table and, with a piercing gaze, gazed at Eldora: