Linda Fairstein Latest Novel Novels & Stories

She carried a designer handbag, her face twisted into an expression of profound, agonizing worry. "Linda?" Lila’s voice hardened, her legal focus instantly shattering into a cold, personal confusion. She stood up from the desk, her eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Paris." "I was! But the moment I saw those horrible headlines online, I booked the first private charter back to Manhattan," Linda cried, rushing across the room. She completely ignored Adrian, who had gone entirely rigid in the corner, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. Linda reached over the desk, grabbing Lila’s hands with an intense, trembling grip. "I couldn't let you face thi

"That's the latest development, I'll fill you in if anything pops up." "Aight, I'll do same." Linda emptied her glass in one gulped, grabbed her handbag, after saying the necessary pleasantries, she made it for the door. Randy was tailing behind her. "Oh, hey Mi… Fabiola!" She bit her tongue when she realized the name she was about uttering. Fabiola was sitting behind her computer occupying herself. She looked up and shot Linda a scary stare when she heard what Linda was about to say. Her look was enough to reset Linda's brain.

“A gentleman who remembers your voice well enough to threaten you with nipple blackmail? Okay, Miss Austen.” I sighed. “Just get out of my office, Linda.” She stood up dramatically, still grinning. “Fine. But don’t think this conversation is over. I’m coming over to your place after work tomorrow with popcorn and a notepad.” “Why?” I asked, rubbing my temple. “For the full dinner scandal, of course!” “Go work, Linda.” As she headed toward the door, she glanced over her shoulder. “You know… if he is straight and is a gentleman, he’s probably the last one left on Earth. We must protect him at all costs. We must offer ourselves up to him. Willingly.”

I went to my email to d******d the file and was stunned. I don’t know what stroke of luck is this. Linda, from the revolving restaurant in Hunter Hotel, is my subject. She was the runaway heiress. I had to clap my forehead with the uncanny coincidence.

While she and Saydie were waiting for the elevator, she turned to Saydie and asked, “Does my makeup look okay?” Saydie replied, “Yeah, it looks fine.” Maisie let out a sigh of relief. She had nearly come late to work because Nolan insisted on having an intimate activity with her this morning. After both of them stepped into the elevator, Linda, who was hiding in the staircase, pressed the edge of her hat lower. Initially, she did not want to risk herself to do this either. However, that woman had promised she would give her $150,000, and Linda only had one day left.

"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."

After a look in the mirror, Linda decided it was New York chic meets low-key beachy. She had told Luke she would bring a picnic basket, eager to let some new people taste her food. After making a killer pasta salad and cold cut sandwiches with her special sauce—a hint of mayo, a hint of mustard, and a little something secret—she was ready to go. Linda walked outside, waiting for Luke to pick her up, and was shocked to see a huge pickup careen around the corner with Dave and Miles lounging next to surfboards in the bed of the truck. Linda opened the paint-flaked passenger side door to a giggle-fest between Luke and Emma, and hopped in beside them. "What is going on in here?" she asked. "Somet

Linda, with her characteristic enthusiasm, took control of the remote, flipping through channels until she found a favorite show. As the drama on the screen intensified, I found myself drawn to the palpable tension between Linda and Christine. Their furtive glances and hushed whispers hinted at a secret they were desperately trying to conceal. Finally, unable to ignore the elephant in the room, I decided to confront them head-on. "I've noticed the way you two keep exchanging glances," I remarked, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "Is there something else going on besides Chester's disappearance?" Linda's gaze fell to her abdomen, her hand instinctively resting on her swollen belly.

Linda's gaze remained fixed on the photo, her expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Sort of.” Amira's mind raced with questions. What could be the underlying connection between Linda and Karina who was the target? After a prolonged moment of silence, Linda nonchalantly shrugged. “She's Karina Everhardt." Amira's response was flat. "So what?" "She is a renowned actress. My ultimate favorite. I'd be over the moon just to catch a glimpse of her," Linda confessed, her tone dripping with admiration and longing, a sentiment that only fueled Amira's resentment towards Karina.

Her gaze shifted to the direction of the lounge, and she hurriedly made her way there. Opening the door, she saw Linda sitting quietly. Linda felt different today. With her long black hair and a blouse paired with a skirt, her innocent and pitiable face made people feel protective. Linda felt apprehensive; it was her first time in such a tall building. Coming from a rural area, though rural life was convenient nowadays, the urban setting here fascinated her even more. Looking out the window of this tall building, it felt like she was in the clouds—a sensation she thoroughly enjoyed!