Latest Linda Fairstein Book Novels & Stories

“Don’t… Don’t let me die, no!” Linda was scared and almost peed in her pants. She no longer cared that much and frantically prostrated herself in front of Sabrina, “Mrs. Ford, you even showed mercy to that woman who stole your bag earlier. Why couldn’t you show me some mercy? We never had any grudges against each other, Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford, you were such a good person, and you were willing to help me solve such a massive error in my work. You even made sure I did not lose my hundred thousand fees.”

☆Samira☆ “Thank you, it’s a privilege to be here,” I greeted the tenth hand that reached out to me. “Thank you!” “Thank you , thank you very much!” another hand greeted me. I had no clue who these people were, all I knew was that they belonged to the “Linda Women for Change” organization, a non profit created and nurtured by Linda herself. I was done with Daniel, and the revenge had grown dull, so I found myself in Linda's bedroom, indulging in a bit of amusement while they were preoccupied with lawsuits and fighting to lift the shut down.

She stopped just outside the door, her breath catching as she heard the low murmur of Linda’s voice inside. "No, Henry, it has to be tonight," Linda hissed into the phone, her voice sharp and edged with panic. "I don’t care what the books say—move the funds. It’ll be untraceable if you do it before the quarterly reports are filed. I’m counting on you to cover your tracks." Barbara had stepped back, heart racing, unsure of what she had just overheard. She didn’t confront Linda then, unsure of what the conversation meant. But now, as the pieces fell into place, the memory burned in her mind like a warning.

he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it. As much as he seemed unimpressed with my questions, he was still in to give me answers. The way he dropped the book showed that he was giving me his full attention. “I just want to know what you think,” I said, hiding my satisfaction behind a neutral expression. “Linda’s work is unique. Her characters are constantly battling relatable social pressures, personal fears, and moral dilemmas. This makes my interaction with them more intense and meaningful.” Wow. Was it the way he talked or the things he said… maybe both. I was glued to his lips as they moved.

"Please, have a seat." We settled into plush leather chairs, the tension in the room heavy. Mr. Fitzgerald steepled his fingers and leaned forward, his gaze focused squarely on us. "I've heard you two have been digging around where you don't belong." Linda leaned forward, adopting an air of confidence that had always been her trademark. "I am highly invested in improving the lives of my clients. You’re bugging one of mine." His lips curled into a thin smile that sent shivers down my spine. "I don't take kindly to people prying into my affairs, especially two women who don't understand the world they've entered."

Kisha calmed herself. If anything, she did not want to cause Brian any form of embarrassment “Is there anything wrong with that? Companies reshuffle every time and you seem to be stuck in the same position for two years. You should be happy that I put in a word for you,” she leveraged, not refusing the accusation against her. Linda was distressed. She only guessed but it turned out to be true. Being Brian’s secretary was her only way of getting close to him. She’s been at it for the past two years and was not ready to give up.

"Mr. Fulton, did you ask for me?" As her words fell, she noticed Grace sitting on the couch. She was momentarily distracted, but quickly composed herself. However, this subtle change didn't escape Xander's notice. Hestia had mentioned before that Linda, despite her innocent appearance, wasn't as pure as she seemed. That was why she had been forcibly transferred from the president's office to the sales department as a manager. Xander had initially thought his mother might be biased against Linda, but now it seemed there was some truth to it.

Before I could say more, the door flew open again. Linda strode in, tablet in hand, expression grim but steady. “I believe you’ve seen the headline,” she said without preamble, eyes flicking between us. “I had a feeling he would do something this shady, but I have to admit he had a bold plan. Didn’t think he’d go this far.” She stopped at the edge of my desk, setting the tablet down with the same article pulled up, annotated in her precise notes. “You never underestimate your enemies,” I said quietly, the words tasting bitter.

“Maisie, I… I’m here to see you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on purpose.” Linda was about to burst into tears. Kennedy looked at Maisie. Maisie nodded, permitting him to leave. Maisie placed down the document. “How can I help you?” “I… I would like to inquire from you because there are many things that I’m not well aware of on my first day of internship. Maisie, you won’t think I’m troubling you, right?” asked Linda cautiously. Even though Maisie was not a fan of the Vanderbilts, she knew that Linda was only behaving in this manner because of Madam Vanderbilt’s brainwashing.

Link said as I shook my head. “When I came to you about my daughter, you didn’t think twice, you set out to find her and you did, because she was part of your lair, even though she was missing. You took action when nobody else did. The first thing you did was to lower taxes so that members could lead a better life, you didn’t even take income for yourself, and I know you didn’t because I checked the books after you hired me. You made investments and put every cent back into this town and this lair. You helped members that struggled to find work and you made everyone’s lives better,” Linda said.