Katherine Peirce Novels & Stories

Katherine pointed out, her eyes narrowing on her daughter. Katherine Scott was a bitter woman who harboured a lot of hatred for the Ford family. At first, she blamed the company for Jason Hamilton used it as an excuse not to marry her because she was from a poor background. He wanted to be the CEO so he couldn't be involved with a woman from a low social status.

Anna's eyes widened in surprise, ""Kelvin?"" "Yeah, Kelvin, do you have a problem with that?" She shrugged. She blinked in surprise, ""No, I do not have a problem, just that, he might be the Kelvin I am looking for."" Katherine blinked her eyes, ""Oh? Who is Kelvin?"" ""He was my personal assistant,"" she sighed. ""You had a personal assistant? Hey, that is not fair at all,"" she pouted.

she said. Katherine, her personal assistant, was characterized with outstanding, juicy qualities, insurmountable smartness in every sense, incredulous talents and had an astonishing level of observation that made companies and CEOs marvel upon perusing her CV. Page had interviewed twenty other persons but none of them could beat Katherine's intellect nor surmount her conscientiousness. Katherine was one of a kind, a rare gem.

I thought Kate’s POV “I don’t really know, it just occurred to me.” I don’t want to tell them I heard it in my dreams, I will really look silly. However I decided to give it a shot. “I started having this dream recently, a blonde woman would hold. Each time I have not seen her face. But when I came here and saw that painting, I remembered seeing it before. The whole environment looked familiar. Then I remembered that she was talking with Mrs Stewart. And I turned and greeted a man behind me. I remembered I called him uncle Charles.”

Emily Warner “Emily, you are here finally. Elizabeth has been looking all- Woah you are crying?” Nathan says as he looks around not knowing what to do, “You know what, let me call Elizabeth.” “Actually Nathan I’ll deal with her. I know why she is crying.” My eyebrows raise as I see Jake smiling at me as he leads me inside, “Her cat- umm- her cat-“ “Is sad, like depressed and there are apparently no cat therapist so I called the-“ I complete Jake’s sentence but Nathan just looked at me with raised eyebrows, not buying my awesome story.

“But relationships also require softer intelligence.” “…Softer.” “Yes.” I disliked that phrase immediately. Percy pressed on bravely. “Remembering things she says. Understanding moods. Paying attention when she’s upset even if she claims she’s fine.” “That sounds manipulative.” “That’s because you negotiate treaties like hostage situations.” A pause. “…Fair.” Percy looked genuinely shocked I admitted that. Then: “Sire… if I may offer one important observation?” “You may.” “Lady Katherine doesn’t seem materialistic.”

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

I said to him, ``getting a little annoyed. “Are you sure?” He asked with a grin. Still leaning on the car. He pointed to a woman who was dressed in a black pantsuit. Her auburn hair neatly clipped up. She oozed dominant energy. I looked at him confused, when I heard her call my name. “You must be Miss Pierce.” She walked up to me with a perfect smile. I nodded, unsure who this person was. “I am Katherine Turner, headmaster of the academy.

“Her need to fix other people’s mistakes. It was a Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting in Katherine’s office at Platinum Events, pretending to look at fabric swatches for the Foundation’s upcoming gala. Katherine was currently yelling at a florist in Paris over the phone. “No, Jean-Pierre. I said dusty rose. That is Pepto-Bismol pink. If you send those peonies, I will personally fly there and replant them in your garden. Au revoir.” She hung up, massaging her temples. “Incompetence,” she sighed. “It’s a plague. Why is everyone so bad at their jobs?” “Maybe you just have high standards,” I suggested, sipping my latte to hide my smile. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Her frown deepened. “It’

It wasn't Katherine's style, but she had always preferred the open airiness of Cape Cod to the elegant grandeur of the Victorian era, despite her love of Victorian literature. Katherine had only one last guest to serve and she dreaded it. Of all the guests to give her trouble the last few days, Agnus McDuffie had been the absolute worst. Everywhere he went, he left a massive mess behind him, shooting her a satisfied, malicious look as he walked away. If she had just mopped the floor, he would deliberately walk all over it after just going outside, trailing mud and dirt all over her nice, clean floor. Fortunately, none of the rooms were carpeted, so she didn't have to deal with the hassle of