Novel & Cerita Evelyn Payne

“Your name comes up more than you know, in the right rooms.” “I’m just trying to do the work,” Evelyn replied, with a small laugh. “It’s never really been about recognition.” “And yet,” he said, watching her profile, “you deserve it.” ************************************************ The event began. Panelists spoke. Discussions flowed. Evelyn gave her segment on post-trauma patient care systems her voice measured, her words strong. When she cited a statistic, Zenda watched her hands lightly press against the edge of the table. When she smiled at an audience member’s question, he noticed the graceful way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Evelyn, as in Evelyn White? The CEO of Eva's and Co.? The beautiful, sexy, hot and smart Evelyn White? Your Evelyn White?" I rolled my eyes again at his stupid description. "No. Evelyn Parker. Evelyn Morrison. Evelyn Pristley. How many other Evelyns do you know about? Of course, the same Evelyn. White, you shithead!" I scowled at him to which he raised his hands in surrender.

Evelyn had slept in two-hour intervals, waking from each one with her hand reaching for her phone. She was seated at her dressing table now, her makeup artist working quietly beside her, pressing a concealer beneath eyes that had no business looking this tired. Evelyn watched herself in the mirror with the detached focus of someone running calculations. "You're tensing your jaw ma'am" the makeup artist said softly. "I'm aware." Evelyn said dryly. Her assistant, Priya, was standing near the door with a tablet, waiting. Evelyn had already given her three instructions before eight in the morning, each one delivered at a pitch slightly too sharp for the hour.

she said, her voice dropping into a low, murderous baritone that chilled the very air in the room. The corner of my mouth curved up a fraction of an inch further, the heavy, suffocating weight that had lived in my chest for twelve long months suddenly dissolving into the atmosphere. “Poetic justice?” I asked softly. “The ultimate,” Evelyn replied, a slow, proud, and deadly smile finally touching her own lips as she reached out and gently wiped a speck of dried blood from my cheek bone. “I was once a helpless little wallflower to Yamelyan Radov, Luna... but now, we can confidently beat our chests and say that we are his absolute biggest mistake.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

The music was sufficient to attract all the attention in the room. Aaron turned. His face changed momentarily. Not a shock. Not surprising. Recognition. Mr Hale said, "Evelyn Royce." She will work with us as a strategic consultant in the Kingston Global Expansion Project. Evelyn was gracefully stepping forward. She was tall, gracious and composed, and wearing a fine cream suit which told only of quiet wealth. Her hair was very dark and was cut in a beautiful way, her face serene and near-smiling. Good morning, she said, in a smooth voice. "It's been a while."

Evan. Ryan despised him as much as I did—maybe even more. Evan had manipulated him, broken him, used him as a pawn just like he had done to me. And if Evelyn was right, if Evan still had his claws in Ryan’s life, then maybe—just maybe—I could still save him. I met Evelyn’s gaze, my voice quieter this time. “How do we get to him?” Evelyn didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. With a few taps, she slid it across the table toward me.

Cayden frowns at me, “Oh yeah, right.” I am just about to ask what he is implying when there is a gentle knock at the door. Before it opens, slowly, almost tentatively. “Hi” Evelyn’s head leans around the door, her long blond hair falling over her shoulder as she does. She is smiling at us. “I have updated certain systems, so I am just waiting now, so thought I would come and see if there was anything you need me to do while I wait. Paperwork? Filing? I have done lots of secretarial jobs back in pack.”

Evelyn replied, gathering the documents in front of her and placing them into a briefcase that stood beside her chair. “I assume you have a copy of these papers?” she asked. "Yes, we do,” Elvis replied. “Good, I'll be taking my leave now; I have other places to be,” Evelyn said, then walked out of the meeting room carrying a briefcase that was given to her by Aralyn. “Do you think we can trust her?” Elvis asked. “No one is trustworthy, Elvis. The fact that she has the same goal as we do doesn't make her a friend. We need to watch her closely and be ready to play our trump card when she tries something funny,” Aralyn replied.

Abel left the world in tears. Evelyn had no idea that Cain and Paige had something to do with Abel’s death… These people were cruel. Evelyn believed Cain and Paige deserved to be locked up and faced heavy penalties. They deserved no sympathy. For the things they did to Abel and her niece, Evelyn believed they should get a death sentence. Carrie would soon leave prison. However, so what if she could escape jail time? Without her parents to rely on, Carrie could be arrogant all she wanted, but she would not amount to anything when Camryn regained her eyesight.