Jessica Cunsolo Novels & Stories

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

He smiled at the woman, and she immediately blushed. Rowan stayed where he was, so she took the initiative and walked over, stopping right in front of him. “I’m Jessica,” she said with a smile, holding out her hand. “You can call me Jess. I’m Susan’s cousin.” Rowan took her hand, lifted it, and brushed a light kiss against her knuckles. “Rowan Jones,” he murmured, then asked casually, “Are you still in college?” Jessica nodded. With makeup that heavy, Rowan could not tell how old she was.

Selene greeted him with smile. “Good morning, what is your name?” “I am Selene Damon” “OK what are you doing in my company? You know it’s illegal to work in a company without being hired” “No sir I am working here as HR coordinator, here is my company ID card” she showed the card hanging on her neck. “Then what are you doing in..” he turned to Jessica and asked “What is your name?” “Jess…Jessica sir” “Right , what are you doing in Jessica’s cabin?”

First, he introduced Terry, then he introduced some of their institute's past projects. He did not forget to point out Jessica to Terry. He said, "This is Jessica, a young designer in our institute. She might be young, but her father is a famous designer in the industry. She's also won multiple awards overseas. Some of her designs are very creative. If you have the time, feel free to take a look, Mr. White." Jessica quickly stood up and presented herself in her best manner. "Nice to meet you, Mr. White. I'm Jessica Jordon. I look forward to learning from you."

Which would’ve been almost comforting, if it weren’t for the reason. Jessica, the PR consultant Damon had called in for “last minute coaching” didn't seem fazed by either of them as she stood across the dining table looking perfectly at ease, arms folded, one heel kicked lazily against the other. She was the picture of glossy professionalism—tan trench coat belted neatly around her waist, crisp white shirt underneath, high-waisted trousers and spotless loafers.Her hair slicked back into a bun so precise it looked mathematically aligned. She seemed like the kind of woman who ironed her thoughts before saying them.

Her name tag read Jessica. "We have a consultation scheduled," Calloway said smoothly. "Dr. Chen. 9:15." Jessica glanced at her computer, frowned. "I don't see any—" Calloway slid an envelope across the counter. Thick. Heavy. The universal language of don't ask questions.

A. Not long after, Noelle spotted the woman at Shawn's office. Her name was Jessica Slater, and she was 21 years old. She was Shawn's new personal assistant. Noelle had to admit, her mind had gone blank at that moment. She wanted to charge into Shawn's office to ask him whether a personal assistant's job scope covered sleeping with him. However, she'd decided against it. The photo Jessica had sent her said everything she needed to know. Noelle left amid the envious exclamations from the crowd and headed to a jewelry store. Her heart hurt as she slipped her wedding band off her ring finger.

Luna spoke as if thinking about something. “Who is this Jessica you’re talking about?” The detective asked at that moment. “She is the daughter of the Johnson family. She has always admired the President. However, the President already has a wife, but she is unwilling to give up,” Luna explained. “This is a possibility, but it’s not enough. We still need evidence. Besides, what we need to find now is not just the driver, but the mastermind behind this, and the person who called you!” As he spoke, the detective’s phone rang. He looked at it, then stood up. “Excuse me, I need to take this call.”

Jessica replied, trying to keep her voice low. “I got some connections from an old friend. So I need you to be here as early as possible. We have to visit some local areas.” Mr Antonio said. Jessica sensed the excitement in his tone as he briefed her about the new connections and ideas he got from an old friend who was once a governor in Illinois. And she listened attentively to his words. Jessica Campbell, a tall, leggy and strikingly beautiful twenty five years old woman. She happens to be the campaign manager of Mr Antonio.

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.