Linda Gavin Novels & Stories

*** Solana *** Solana's heart was in her stomach as Mr. Gonza approached. Linda, his assistant, was beside him. She had a file under her arm as she typed on her phone with one hand. 'Please god, I still need this job... for food... and rent.' Her boss slowed his strides when he came a few feet closer. "Good morning, Mr. Gonza. Miss Lance." She greeted the two. "You're early today." Her boss said.

She still needed to win Samuel’s favor, no matter the cost. Samuel’s appearance last night attracted a lot of women’s attention. Even though everyone knew that Cindy was his wife, it didn’t stop them from staring lustfully at Samuel. If Samuel was snatched away by another sl*t, her position as Mrs. Langford in the household would be in jeopardy. She would never allow that to happen! During the banquet, she heard that Linda was a world-renowned fashion designer. Almost all the popular female celebrities had worn her designs before. So, Cindy decided to collaborate with Linda.

Parking her car at the right place, she walked to the reception provocatively attracting a lot of attention on herself. “I’m here to see Mr Johnson”, Linda said rather proudly whilst playing with her freshly manicured nails. Having a moderately high status in M city as a model as well as a student, she was highly respected by everyone and her identity wasn’t a hidden one. After all she was the face of the Davison company making her the heiress. “Please-please do you have an appointment?”, Lana asked respectfully with a polite smile on her face. Lana couldn’t afford to disrespect another high member of the society so she asked her questions respectfully and behaved quite politely towards Lind

"Linda... she's... involved with Mr. Erickson, intimately." My heart skipped a beat as I absorbed the revelation. My shock soon gave way to a sense of discomfort, a feeling that I had unwittingly become a pawn in game beyond my understanding. "What do you mean, 'intimately'?" I asked. Sarah lowered her voice to a near-whisper, "Linda is not just his mistress, Evie. She... she helps him win clients. She uses her charm to bribe them into sticking with our firm. I've seen it happen."

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Linda Bower looked at the back of the car that had left and muttered softly, “That car looks familiar.” Arabella Rivera did not say anything. A moment later, Linda suddenly screamed. “I remember now! That’s President Garcia’s car!” Arabella didn’t think there was anything to make a fuss about as she lightly smiled and said, “Yes, it’s Daniel Garcia’s car.” Linda gripped the bag in her hand tightly as her eyes filled with envy. With anger, she said, “That woman is just about to be kicked out of the entertainment industry, but she managed to hook up with President Garcia this time.”

###### At the location of the hacker hideout that Ravyn and Mol found… ["I’m Leila. You, benchwarmers, are so boring it makes me want to sleep." A computer screen displayed the message in the room where Ravyn and Putter, who had just received initial treatment, arrived. *click* *clack* *click* The purple-haired girl searched for Leila on a hologram projected from her ring. …Leila is an outstanding employee of Ly Company. This profile really exists… On the table, Putter had his hand sense the temperature of the coffee-filled cup. The cup had cooled down to the point that he almost felt no heat from it.

Gina immediately rushed to Jayden’s side, lowering her already scandalous neckline even more as she pressed herself against him. Jo grimaced at the sight, resisting the urge to gag. "My, my, I never knew generals were this handsome," a slurred voice chirped behind her. Jo didn’t even need to turn. Linda. The Beta's wife. Overly blonde. Overly made-up. Overly desperate. Linda approached the generals shamelessly, her perfume thick enough to suffocate a full-grown wolf. "Let me introduce myself to you handsome lads," she said, puffing up her chest. "I’m Linda, beauty queen of the pack."

I kept my expression neutral, my heels echoing on the floor as I headed for my office. I set my bag on my desk and was about to sit when there was a sharp knock at the door. Before I could respond, it swung open, and Linda burst in. Linda was 23, a staff member who handled PR and internal communications, but her real talent was talking. She was a walking newsfeed, updating me on every whisper and rumor circulating in the company without being asked. Her glasses perched precariously on her nose, her short bob bouncing as she stepped in.

She could wear any contacts or colorful wigs, but I would bet anything, she was definitely the camgirl, Sindy Kate. At the same time, I went to the site. I knew she was online. Indeed, she was. She was giving advice to one of the viewers on how to keep their sex life more interesting. Funny how people ask her loads of trash. I type my questions, but it buried with a bunch of questions from the viewers. She was definitely getting a lot of coins out of this. I forgot I purchased coins—all I had to do was tip her to get her attention. DangerouslyAddictive10: Would you rather tell the truth to someone that could hurt her feelings in the process? Or better to just keep it to yourself?