Romans & histoires Louisa Clark Will Traynor

He gestured to the room. “I believe you’ve met David, my CFO. This is Clara Bennett, my executive assistant. And Louisa Clark, our Head of Strategy.” My breath caught when Louisa gave me a smile. Before everything went to hell, Louisa had been my assistant; the closest thing I had to a work friend in this building. “Welcome to Rhodes,” Louisa said warmly. Was she in on my downfall too? Did they buy her silence with a promotion?, I wondered, masking my internal turmoil with a polite nod.

She asked after hearing Tracy mumble some words on her way in. "I was not talking to anyone. You heard wrong." She smartly convinced her friend. Louisa had come to show her some pictures, but this time they were not of Charles. Her client had taken some photos of them at the club unknowingly, and sent her a copy. "See, some photos of us. Mrs Anderson," Louisa revealed the name of her client. "She had taken photos of us at the club. See" she said and showed the photos to Tracy. "I see. They are quite nice." Tracy said in a low tone.

“You see this? She’s trying to stage a coup! The Clarkes have been partners—even after what your father did to mine!” Adrian tapped his pen against the obsidian table. He looked at Lucas with a cold, predatory intelligence. “My father didn't destroy yours, Lucas. He won a game your father didn't know how to play. And as for you... you're not a partner. You're a ghost who’s been haunting our accounts from Switzerland.” Adrian’s gaze shifted to the board. “The documents have been verified. The legacy trust is active. Lydia is now the Senior Director.” Adrian turned back to Lydia. A faint, dark smile tugged at his lips.

Liam grinned proudly before returning to his drawing, making both of us laugh. Three days before the presentation, Claire and I were sitting in my office going through the final list of guests who would be attending the partnership meeting. She carefully read every name while checking them against the schedule. “Richard Peterson… Ryder Thompson… Jacques Cartier…” she read before suddenly stopping. She looked at the screen again, then frowned slightly. “Tracy Laurent.” The moment I heard that name, my fingers froze above the keyboard. I slowly looked up at Claire. “Did you say Tracy Laurent?”

Tracy said, with the intensity of someone who enjoyed arriving at conclusions slowly, "that someone with considerably more power than a junior researcher handed her this project and I intend to find out who." Lily glanced back at me without meaning to, then looked away again just as quickly. I kept my eyes forward. Tracy turned suddenly, it seemed she had remembered I was there. "You," she said. "Have you ever actually seen Dr. Carter in person?" I met her eyes. "Yes," I said. Tracy looked me over slowly, from my shoes to my face, the way she used to do in the mansion. "So a clerk has seen Dr. Carter," she said. "But not a Luna."

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

TRACY Concentrating on the lines of code on my monitor, I tried to tune out the low hum of the open-plan office. My progress on the data pipeline was solid, but a shadow fell across my desk before I could finish the latest string. I looked up to see Clara standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression was a mix of boredom and sharp, focused resentment.

Clariton, the Senior account manager of the FOSTER Co-operation. Two months ago when her Father-in-law passed away, he stopped sending her stakes to her. “Mr. Clark, please wait,” she called out. “What happened to my stakes, I have not received them for two months now?” her face tinted pale. The lawyer pinched his hawkish nose slightly before saying, “I'm afraid Ms Ferguson but Mr. Clariton is acting based on the instructions from Mrs Foster,” he narrowed his gaze away from Khloe. It was clear that he was acting under Mrs Foster's will too.

He raised his voice and continued, “Furthermore, we have new evidence showing that while the woman Raymond Wilson was involved with is not Trinity Hayes, she does have a significant personal connection to Ms. Gabrielle Hayes.” As he finished speaking, he bent down to play a surveillance video on his computer. The footage showed Raymond with his arm around a young woman as they entered and exited a hotel lobby. He zoomed in on the woman’s face. “The individual in question is identified as Louisa Lance. She’s twenty-one years old and is currently enrolled as a student at Southland University. “According to our investigation, she is a financially disadvantaged student who has been under the lon