Irene Vasquez Novels & Stories

Lydia I peered at the picture infront of me sipping wine after having a stomach full of Mac N'cheese. Kendalla Vasquez. I didn't need to do a background check on her, I knew everything I needed to know about her. Back then when I was fixated on Cornelius Powers for the wrong reasons ofcourse, Kendalla Vasquez had come up in my search. She had dated Cain Powers briefly before moving on to her next love interest, Neil Kerring.

Elena Vasquez had been twenty-six when she died. She had come to New York from Albuquerque at twenty-two with the particular energy of someone who had decided that the city they grew up in was not the full extent of what was available to them, and had built something modest but genuinely hers in the four years she had been there. A shared apartment in Washington Heights. A job at a graphic design firm in midtown where she had been good enough to be promoted twice in two years. A small circle of people who had genuinely liked her, according to Sophia, who had visited twice in those years and had seen her cousin becoming someone.

But sad to say, I’m ahead of their plan and I have my own plans too of leading them the wrong way. Good thing if you could still catched them but I’m so sure and rest assured that Dave Alcantara is real quick. They have already traced the exact location and planned the rescue operation to be headed by Marco Gonzalo. Ysabelle Fernandez, is an important guest and one of the official models of F & V Modeling Agency as well as the brand Ambassadress of Elite Organic Shampoo and Conditioner. While Marish Rafique is the lovely wife of Emmerson Rafique, one of the official Elite members.

she said before rolling her eyes. "Sebriz Teodora Del Rosario. Mayor of Biliri, Cebu. I'll take your payment after I do what you asked. I might need your help.” I let out a wide grin before exiting the ship's window. Hmm, looks like I still need to kill someone tonight, huh?

Then I went deeper. Reverse-image search on her profile pic pulled up an older public F******k album under the name Amelia Vasquez. Different hair, but definitely her. Tagged in photos from three years ago at some rooftop bar in Miami. From there it was easy—LinkedIn under Amelia M. Vasquez, “Brand Partnerships & Influencer Marketing,” listed a talent agency in SoHo. The agency website had a roster. There she was, professional headshot, full name, email, even a phone number for inquiries. Amelia Marie Vasquez. 24. Born in Miami, raised in Jersey. Current address listed as a WeWork live/work loft in Williamsburg.

Snaps Empusa wrapping a napkin upon her thighs. "You can go on then son." Mutters Azazel as though he didn't respect a word from his wife. It was in a on the sight of Ivae and Irune stepping out of the room when Azazel rose with pride from his chair. "You don't say a word when I'm talking to my children." Mentions he looking at Empusa with his furious eyes. "I'm really sorry your majesty." Apologises Empusa with a tremble in her hands. Cassandra looking at his reaction not to snap his attention to her.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Si Alvarez ang nagbukas ng gate. “Magandang umaga po. Oh. Naku! Naku! Blue Sandejas ikaw nga talaga ‘yan? Ang guwapo n’yo naman lalo na sa personal. Ako nga pala ang partner ni PO2 Alvarez. Ako si Jeanette Dimafelis ng Violence Against Women and Children Division.” Kinikilig habang nagpakilala ang babaeng pulis na bagong dating. Tinanggal nito ang sombrero para titigan nang mabuti ang hinahangaang artista. Nakauniporme ito ng kulay asul. Mahaba ang buhok nito na nakapuyod nang maayos. Hindi rin nalalayo ang edad nito kay Alvarez.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.