Margo Kess Novels & Stories

Was not something he ever bypassed. Margo swept out into the foyer in a heavy cloud of Chanel No 9 as soon as the elevator doors opened, like a breath of fresh air, ever-ready with her professional smile and attractive body wrapped in Christian Dior tailoring. She had served him well for years and was the temple of cool and efficient he was looking for in a new assistant. He needed a new Margo to replace her or this was just never going to work in the long run. Previous temporary assistants had either been useless or tried like crazy to fuck him, and he didn’t ever cross work with play. He knew what he was looking for and he hoped to hell she was right with this one, he was in no mood for an

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

If only I hadn’t been such a coward… “Ma’am, please. You cannot barge in like this. It’s terribly inappropriate,” Margo’s tense voice filtered in through the partially open door of the conference room. I had never heard such panic in her tone before. Whatever was happening outside, whoever she was speaking to, held my attention completely. As I stepped out, Margo’s back came into view. She appeared to be blocking someone from advancing further. There were guards behind the person whom my assistant was earnestly trying to dissuade.

I deadpan. “I pegged you for an oat milk in the coffee kind of guy,” she teases. My tongue clicks. “Says the girl who betrayed New York and moved to the West Coast. Tell me, Margo, what’s your order?” I hold a finger in the air, stopping her from answering me. “No, wait, let me guess. An iced lavender oat milk latte.” She bites her lip, a small frown appearing on her perfect lips. I smirk, grabbing the badge Tom just made Margo and holding it in the air between us. “Am I right?”

Cassie loved her mom, but she could be so dramatic. "No excuse. You live twenty minutes down the road, and you're too busy to visit the woman who birthed you?" Cassie felt bad. Margo was really worked up. "Sorry, Mom. You're right. I promise we will see each other more." "I know we will. Come in. We have an important guest." Margo sashayed into the kitchen. At fifty-two, Margo Woods had the body of a much younger woman with minimal wrinkles. She could easily pass for a woman in her early forties. Sara was an exact replica of Margo. Not only did Margo and Sara share physical traits, but they both had the same captivating personality coated with charisma. Cassie wondered why she herself had to

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

He's just saying words as he always has. "You'll get over it," I say solemnly as I walk faster. However, I don't get far before he catches up with me. We are about to get into his car when Margo ambushes us. She's a journalist, an amateur one, and runs a popular news blog. Today, she's wearing a short pink skirt and a jacket. With a smile, she lowers her head to Kian. "Good morning, cousin," she greets him. "Morning, Margo,"

I have to bite my tongue from saving home, this is my home now. “Oh no one can figure it out. I’ve been bed ridden ever since I had Kyler. Everytime I think I’ve been getting better something else happens and I’m sick all over again.” She turns to looks at Serena, “while I know you don’t like her, Margo has been so wonderful to bring me my tea every few hours. It really does help.” I raise an eyebrow at Serena. She sighs, “Margo works in the pack hospital, she’s a nurse.”