Novel & Cerita Clarissa Granger

I said in a monotone and she did, her cleavage was quite visible to me, the neck V line of the dress was quite low. I averted my eyes from her chest before they started messing with my head, and I looked up at her, she was looking at me or rather behind me, it was like she was trying to avoid my eyes. I picked up her file again and opened the first page "Clarissa Grey, 19 year old, Majoring in business" I nodded my head and closed the file, I intertwined my fingers on my table and looked at her "So what made you pick this company for your internship"? I asked her

I was very confused at my actions, Why am I behaving like this, I should stay away from this dude! I mumbled and walked towards them, “Yeah, even I was thinking the same” Lillian was telling to Lydia. Noticing me they both turned towards me, “Where were you, Miss Green?” asked Lillian looking at me with confusion. “Please, you can call me Clarissa, Lillian,” I said, She smiled at me and nodded her head, “Okay then, let’s go” Lydia said looking at me.

|| Rachel || “Why do I keep running into you?” Clarissa asked, her voice sharp with annoyance. “I want to ask the same thing,” I replied, matching her tone without hesitation. “Is Slade here?” she demanded. “I'm not here with him,” I countered. She shifted her attention to Barbara, eyeing her nurse’s uniform with instant, dismissive judgment. “Why don’t you escort me to see Mr. Jacob Pierce,” she said—less a request and more an order.

Clarissa seemed to have been fed with anger-issues-portion and she was taking it out on the poor Easton Maddox. "I don't care about strangers." Easton snarled, after finding his voice and the balls to speak up. Clarissa shrugged. "Yes. You won't care...for now." Her smile stretched across her face. "But you will when life starts showing you the exact colors you don't want to see." Clarissa threw a glance at Granny Brown's Grave. "May her soul Rest In Peace." Then, she brought her gaze to Easton again. "And I hope you find peace....after I'm done with you." She patted Lucas's hand. "Let's go."

‘Hello…’ ‘You’d better get down here right now Grants. ‘What’s the problem?’ he asked, already sprinting down the hallway. He barely registered the Sheriff Emmett issuing some order to Officer Granger and Krasinski. He didn’t hear what because the next thing Agent Sawyer said froze his blood and chilled his bones. ‘Clarissa is missing.’

Clarissa laughed, genuinely delighted to see her closest friend at Lakeside so happy in love. “Oh yeah, very briefly a couple times during family night. I’m sorry if I ever seemed rude, we’re from New Hampshire so it’s a huge deal whenever my husband drives up with the kids. Nice to see you again, Whitney.” Clarissa stuffed the last pile of neatly folded clothing into her bag before zipping it up and placing her hands on her hips with self satisfaction. She reminded Whitney of a frazzled Alanis Morisette type with her long narrow face and equally narrow super straight light brown hair. A touch of mascara would’ve made a big difference, but Whitney was the last person to judge considering how

Agnes asked, leaning against the doorframe. “Sherlock’s taking me to his company today. When I walk in, I want every single person to turn and stare. I wasn’t born to be ordinary,” Clarissa said with a confident smirk. “And that’s the spirit,” Agnes grinned. Clarissa glanced at the time on her Rolex. “Ugh, I’m almost late. That old man’s been waiting forever,” she huffed, grabbing her sunglasses and rushing out. Agnes simply watched her go, shaking her head.

Clarissa scrolled through contacts on her phone until she found the name she was looking for. Dr. Marlowe. A middle-aged female doctor who used to work at an illegal abortion clinic before quietly retiring due to licensing issues. They met a few years ago at a charity event—and Clarissa was smart enough to maintain contact with people who were... useful in certain situations. Clarissa pressed the call button. Two rings before a hoarse voice answered. "Yes?" "Dr. Marlowe," Clarissa greeted in a professional voice but with urgency behind it. "This is Clarissa Sterling. We met at—"

Jackson said in a condescending tone. "Oh yes, of course. Grace is just a designer who already has a name on the international scene. Several times she's been invited overseas to attend seminars. She knows many famous artists. While Claire is just an unemployed person who relies on you for everything. She can't even buy a glass of water without your help. Grace graduated from a famous university, while Claire graduated from an ordinary university because of your bribes. Of course Grace can't compare to Claire." Shane defended Grace desperately. Jackson clenched his fists very strongly after he heard Shane's words. Shane's words were true, but for some reason Jackson was angry when he heard t

I said physically because she had clearly tried in more ways than one to hurt Meadow all while making her think she was on her side. Clarissa cared about one thing—herself. But she would never admit it. Blowing out a breath, I picked my phone from my desk and called her. Clarissa picked up on the second ring. “Hello,” she sang, amusement lacing her voice. “I’ve been waiting for your call.” “I’m impressed,” I said casually. “Tell me how you managed to infiltrate a billion-dollar company and even fool my assistant into stealing money from me.” “I thought I’d give you another reason to hurt the bastard who hurt my girls,” she replied in a sickly sweet tone. “So how did it go?”