Romans & histoires Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson

Having heard that, some of the employees slid up to James, asking, "Mr. Cross? Is Mrs. Jefferson really calling for a meeting? What's going on here?" "Mr. Jefferson mentioned before that she would start learning management of the company," he replied. "She'll probably announce that at the meeting and properly introduce herself." "Really?" someone exclaimed softly. "But isn't she the director of Hotmesh Research? I just saw the video of her being interviewed days ago. It had a lot of views." "She resigned," James said. "I see!" Someone else came up, butting in. "Such a shame… Everyone was saying Mr. Jefferson married her for her looks, but it turns out that she's already so accomplished despi

I get to my dorm that night. My mind is too occupied and stressed to go for class. The next Morning, I get my things ready and dash to the Wolfe’s estate. I can’t be late. Something’s off. The mansion smells the same—lemon polish and luxury—but there’s a shift in the air today. A tension I can’t name. Mrs. Donovan’s heels tap sharper than usual across the marble. She doesn’t spare me a glance during the morning checklist. Just mutters under her breath and corrects things I haven’t even touched.

"Disgusting. They're like stray dogs, always sniffing around for a bone." "Exactly. We just got rid of one who didn't know her place, and another one crawls out of the woodwork." "Don, today is the Madre's homecoming! Letting this woman in is a deliberate insult to the Falcone name. Throw her out!" "That's right! The Madre's welcome banquet must not be spoiled by the likes of her." Hearing the barrage of crude insults, my mother frowned. Over the noise, she raised her voice to be heard.

" Mrs. and Mr. Jefferson took us outside the backyard with a grill and a nice place. They have a pool, but they are not going swimming. She is such a warm and friendly lady. My sister and I just love her and Mr. Jefferson. They are good friends of our parents. “Oh, my girls are beautiful. " Sherry and I blushed, thank you, Mrs. Jefferson we said. She smiled with a wink. I remember when you were in the hospital, she had tears in her eyes. " Well, Emilia, we are the God Parents, and I am with a smile. Mr. Jefferson said with a smile." “Ben, you better watch out for the boys, Mrs. Jefferson said with a smirk. “These girls are beautiful. " We just blushed and smiled. I do not understand why sh

gif* Jean: Amateurs *sneer.gif* Jessica: Yeah! Eh? What's going on? (゜.゜) The maids: The kids are all so cute~ especially our little Jer~ ( ⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) *** "GO! JENNIFER!! FIRST YOUNG MISTRESS!! BIG SIS!! YEAH!" the maids along with Jean and Jessica cheered on as Jennifer effortlessly crossed Jason who would have cursed if not because he was in the water.

Justin informed her that Mister Jefferson could only be available at seven in the evening and as a courtesy for moving it so late, Justin arranged for it to be a dinner meeting instead. “Reservations for Mister Jefferson,” she told the lady at the reception. The lady smiled brightly at her. “Sure. Mister Jefferson is already here.” “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath. “Sweetheart, you may wanna check your hair,” the lady whispered to her. “Sorry, it’s windy outside,” Julianne said. “Thanks.” She stole a quick look at the mirror beside the counter. Her hair was disheveled, which was so much unlike her. She was always organized, always on time. She quickly combed her hair with her fingers a

"You might be right, darling. I think I need a few minutes away. And I have been meaning to check out this place. Just another thing on my To Do List that's been lost in the shuffle this month." "Well, let's fix that today. But first, we're going for manis and pedis. Jace already recommended me a place. Because Alexander without a perfect manicure stresses me out." By the time they leave the plantation, treat themselves at the salon and get in the car to head to Cooperstown, dusk is approaching. Their drive was mostly quiet, the two friends content to enjoy comfortable silence and country scenery. Now, the pair stand in the crowded parking lot of Broken A Company, gawking slightly at the bui

“People shouldn't lower themselves for money, yet you’re throwing away your dignity over cash. You’re embarrassing the entire company! Return the house deed and car keys right now before people laugh at us for this.” As she spoke, Cassie reached for my bag, trying to search through it. I simply stepped aside to avoid her and then looked at her coldly.

Annalita pretended to be surprised and replied, “Oh, this is new. I thought you guys were impervious to something like this, considering how thick both of your skins are.” Miranda lifted her chin and chimed in. “That’s right. She’s a b*tch, and you’re a dog. Both of you are meant for each other, and each of your skin is thicker than a wall. It really astounded me when you said you don’t know how to face the public.” Jefferson nearly vomited blood. ” Shut your d*mned mouth! Stand aside. The adults are talking!” “Hah!” Miranda scoffed, while at the same time she flipped the bird at Jefferson.