Esme Edwards Novels & Stories

Not only the building but the people too. She works at “Alexander&Thomas INC.,” A well known holding company. Her office is on the 10th floor. Her job focuses more on writing reports regarding the economy's movement. Like the stocks and what's trending today. Something like that. It just so happens that we're in the same course during college, which somehow I know her work.

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

She give them a small and very friendly smile then. "Why Ms. Miller, don't tell us that you got disappointed about the news about boss like what that skinny secretary of boss keeps telling everyone around!?!!" Mrs. Edwards said. "Ms. Miller, we will never believe in that skunk!" Jessica said which made them laugh." We've known you for a long time that we will doubt your morality like that!"

[…] “After the statements of Edward Henderson, former Colorado's senator and one of the most popular presidential candidates, EVANS inc. stock plummeted. He was involved in a controversy after his youngest son's wedding, where an intimate video of the bride with another man was played…” The anchor says, with her perfectly hair — not a single strand out of place. The suit makes her look elegant, and her make-up is discreet… But it's not her appearance that draws the attention of thousands of viewers at that moment… It's her words.

And most importantly, a woman in a beautiful black dress, with short black hair and a lively expression stopped in front of everyone and looked ahead. Her name was Esma Ruby. She was only forty years old, but she looked as if she were only eighteen. Snow-white skin, red blush, an overly slender body without any fat, and most importantly, she was free. She had no family. Only one cat and one dog. And the main thing worth mentioning is that she never doubted her happiness. She never regretted not getting married or having children. She was a strong, proud, independent woman who had managed to travel all over the world and in the end, she decided to build a home in this particular small town.

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

She didn't remember looking for his trouble or ever crossing path with him. "I guess someone is after us both." Kimberly responded to Damien before taking Chloe's call. "Did some guy visit you too?" Kimberly groaned knowing why she called already. "Yeah, how did you know?" "Anita just called me now. What did the guy said to you?" "Well, he sent a almost blank card to deliver it to you and, you give your boss. The card is for your boss." Chloe replied. "Letter? What's written on the card?" "Uhm..... E.A. Yeah, Just E.A"

Silas asked in annoyance. “We’re leaving.” Hank forced a smile and simply glanced at Esme before heading out quickly. Beth couldn’t hide her thoughts. She simply stared at Esme and asked, “What’s your name?” Esme looked at Beth. They were both just as powerless in the greater scheme of things. “My name’s Britney Thomas. I’m Esme’s friend from overseas.” “Ah… I see, you’re Esme’s friend.” There was disappointment in Beth’s eyes. “No wonder you looked like Esme from the back. You’re Esme’s friend.”

Both Borda women pretended to be composed, but they constantly glared at each other, like they were trying to prove which one of them was higher on the Borda's very own social ladder. The servants kept bringing refined and delicious food… Well, at least it looked delicious, I couldn’t know since I wasn't able to swallow a tiniest bite. I noticed that only the Chairman and Asher didn't mind the atmosphere and ate casually. I thought that this dinner couldn't get any worse, but then the Chairman spoke again… “By the way…” he chuckled, “Ms. Eder is special because of one more thing… She recently became a secretary at TVM station and is working for my favorite Grandson, Samil…”

The other inmates exchanged helpless glances, clearly at a loss. They had already told Esme the truth countless times, but she refused to believe it. Years of being idolized had warped her mind. She was convinced she still had legions of admirers who would never abandon her. However, that delusion shattered when Edwin showed up. He read out one lawsuit after another right in front of her. With every word, her face drained of color until she finally shrieked, "You're lying! You're just trying to scare me into confessing, aren't you?"