Margo Kess Novels & Stories

Jesse turned the lights on then shrugged off his jacket to hang it up on the coat rack beside the door. K also handed her parka to Jesse, then turned away to walk towards his compact office desk beside the huge sliding glass window. Manila folders, billing envelopes and some documents were haphazardly stacked above the desk. And on the far edge against the wall, there was a cute bobblehead figure of Morrissey. K picked it up and looked at it, smiling. "I love this!" She turned to look at Jesse.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

asked Margo on the phone. Kairav pondered whether to accept or decline Margo's invitation because tonight Kairav had enough free time. The man thought that after tomorrow night he would no longer be able to go out just for fun because this ordinary project would keep him busy for the next few weeks. Not long after, Kairav answered Margo's question. "Oh, that's a good idea, Margo. I happen to have a big project for the next few weeks, so I guess tonight is the only time I can spare for you."

She was here just for a meal and here she got what she wanted. "Just you wait bitch...! It seems like even God wants me to take revenge" she mumbled to herself. Margo approached Thea and scoffed, "You were not at school today, right? Were you that scared of the consequences of your actions that day? Or..." As she spoke, she stared suspiciously at Aaron and Mark up and down. They looked familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place them. Margo wasn’t the type to focus on school, so she had no idea who the top students were. But no matter what, she was damn sure that Thea, that fatty never had any friends. Then who the hell are they?

I made to speak when a grating familiar voice interrupted us. "What is going on here? Are you both having a lovers spat" Margo asked, a wicked smile on her lips. She stepped closer to us. "I mean I never thought I'd see the day you'd have a girl on your arm, especially one you've brought around before. I thought you didn't do repeats" "Mind your fucking business, Margo. We were having a conversation and I don't think we sent you an invite to interrupt" Kristen snapped.

And territory claimed, their temporary kingdom safe, she snapped open her laptop. “What is it with you and missing girls these days?” Margo took a sip. “Jesus,” she then said, though she wasn’t sure whether it was about her obsession with the lost and forgotten or that first acrid punch of lab-born cinnamon and pumpkin. “It’s odd, isn’t it?” she said. “I mean, that’s not a usual thing, you know, right?”

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

“It’s okay. It’s all in the past. Let’s focus on the future, and working to make it better.” “Yeah, I like that.” They disengaged from the hug. “So, Margo was a friend of yours? How come I don’t know her?” Melvina have always wanted to ask this. “Well, Margo is always indoors. Never follows us to our meetings. Quite an introvert if I must say, but she is okay. She is actually Tempest’s cousin.” Melvina’s mouth dropped open.

“Thanks again.” The waiter nodded and walked away. They talked about the last hurricane that hit south Florida that summer as they ate their salad. The waiter with the cart came back and cleared their dirty plates. “So, Margo, what do you do for a living?” Alec asked. “I’m an independent computer programmer,” Margo answered. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It sounds exciting, but it’s not. I’ve tried to get her into something less boring, but she won’t listen to me,” Bobbi joked.