Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

It was a well written report that you will think that the one who wrote the report was Dorothy herself. Based on the information, Dorothy was Harvey’s Secretary for two years now. She was from America and graduated her Business Management and Master’s degree course in Stanford University. When she saw it, she was confused, a normal person automatically questions her motive in applying the position of a Secretary. Yes, Empire was one of the leading business in the country but it was not enough for a someone like Dorothy who graduated in a prestigious school abroad to just work as a Secretary. Added the fact that she was not the main Executive Assistant. It will be acceptable if her job was th

But his anger was not my concern; my priority was finding Alyssa. Ms. Dorothy entered, a woman in her sixties with a calm demeanor. She bowed with a grace that suggested experience and resilience, not showing a trace of fear. For someone whose granddaughter was missing, she appeared remarkably composed. "I'll leave the talking to Alpha Kane," I thought, trying to contain my impatience. Alpha Kane was experienced in diplomacy and could handle the situation better than I could in my current state. "Ms. Dorothy, do you know the whereabouts of your granddaughter Alyssa?" Alpha Kane asked, his tone respectful yet firm.

The emerald unicorn sculpture, which looked lively in lustrous green earlier, now looked dull and subdued after having all of its energy siphoned away. The next day in Assex Villa. Dorothy left early for work and Beatrice went to school for classes, leaving only Claire in the villa, sleeping through all the way to ten in the morning. Why? That was because the twenty-million-dollar check kept her excitedly awake last night. Even though the mother-daughter trio lived in a villa, they survived solely on Dorothy’s paycheck. Dorothy was previously the general manager of the subsidiary company in City South, but most of the earned money was given to the Assex family, so they had not much money on

she asked, her tone perfectly measured and unhurried. Dorothy clearly didn't register Savannah as any sort of threat whatsoever. She rolled her eyes in open contempt and snapped, "Who the hell do you think you are? Some two-bit actress playing a role? Get out of my sight! Piss me off, and you can forget about having any future in the entertainment industry." Dorothy was utterly convinced that Savannah was nothing more than a hired actress I had brought in to save face. The sheer absurdity of the situation nearly made me burst out laughing.

The room had turned silent. Kelvin stared into her face. "Explain." "She never told me the whole story," Doris said. "Just pieces here and there. That she used to work behind the scenes. Fixing things. Cleaning up after. That she set something in motion once, accidentally, that made Rita lose everything she'd fought so hard for over Lilian, who Kelvin’s mind was racing. The shell corporations. The phony charities. The silent funds streaming in through people like Rita—women who worked behind the scenes while men like Darcy pushed to the fore.

Patricia Dawson—CEO of Dawson Industries was dead. Rosie had betrayed me. My parents had turned their backs on me. My husband failed me. And now… I was in someone else’s body. Her name was Patricia Allen. She was the alcoholic single mother of Anna, Billy, and little Gracie. Her husband had been a factory worker, killed in a freak accident just three months ago. The insurance payout was only a hundred thousand dollars which was barely enough to survive, but instead of using it to care for her children, she’d been on her way to give it to her lover. A married neighbor he’d been having an affair with.

Now, it was just the three of us in the dining hall, with Sebastien glancing at me before softly pulling out a seat. “Well… Sebastien,” she slurred slightly. “You would have told me what you wanted for breakfast.” “Hmm…” He responded nonverbally, holding the warm cup of coffee Klein had brought for him earlier. She continued, “You know, my Dorothy is a ballerina, and what she puts in her mouth matters a lot.” She kept babbling while I took small glances at Uncle Sebastien, whose gaze remained on the black coffee in the white mug. I doubt he was listening to a word she was saying.

I grin, feeling super good about my small achievement. “Awesome. Are you working tonight?” “Yep, Dax asked if I could sing a few songs.” “Excellent. I was hoping Modus Grace was playing tonight” She laughs again, her face turning pink, “So what’s going on between you and Dax?” I roll my eyes, “Nothing. I think Dax has the hots for Sally.” “The dog walker?” She asks incredulously “She’s not just a dog walker.” I say, annoyed, “She’s also a trainer and carer. She helped with certifying Benny.”

“That won’t be happening!” A voice busted behind us. Eleanor and I turned to see Dennis grinning as foolish as he always did and coming towards us. My brows rose. “Arthur, she is the one needed. For whatever reason, the strange lady insist she wants to see her.” He said. “What do you mean she is the one needed?” I asked still confused. “I am more confused than you are. Come on, if you remain here, you will stay confused. What do you think? You wanna see this...interesting woman?”

7, but still considering her heels Louisa was still much taller than he was probably two inches taller. “My name is Grace Winters, it’s nice to meet you guys”. Grace said smiling. “Well since you all have introduced yourself, You should introduce yourself to the company too”. DD said getting up from her seat. DD was quite taller than Grace had expected, She was about the same height as Louisa who was smiling uncontrollably. It was expected, Doris Denver was a household name in the Entertainment Industry, Though she worked for Mr Black, She could succeed much more if she was on her own, but everyone knew of her loyalty to Mr Black. She had been with him ever since he started Black Ent.