Mary Janice Davidson Novels & Stories

"She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. " Douglas closed the file and looked st his boss who was relaxing in his seat with his eyes closed. "So this is the woman who conquered the great David Gandy......... Not bad. " He thought looking at his boss. The door of the jet opened breaking their reverie and David stood up and out if the jet into the SUV waiting for him. "To Oaks Apartment. " He commanded and the driver nodded and drove out of the airport. "Am coming my love........ We have a lot to talked about. " He thought

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

“When do you plan to declare bankruptcy? Why not take this opportunity today, seeing as so many reporters are here today!” One of them even shoved their mic in Janice’s face. “Hi, are you the young twenty-year-old mistress? I heard you are pregnant! Could you tell us your thoughts about your husband’s bankruptcy? Will you get a divorce and give birth to your son?” David and Janice paled and flushed with mortification and embarrassment. Finally, David shouted, “Get lost! All of out! Move away!” Janice was about to drag him away when suddenly, David stopped moving. “Wait.”

I gave her first aid and treated her. Tonight, I'll cook dinner," I stated. But you are not strong. I'm okay , Daisy, I'll prepare something easy for us. I then left before she could say anything. **************************** She was Maris Graves, one of the most highly respected women in New York. She had never imagined feeling threatened by someone as disgusting as Kate. She didn’t like Sienna, and she wasn’t fond of Kate either but right now, Kate earned her hatred far more than Sienna ever could.

The way she moves through the office with quiet efficiency reminds me of someone but the connection slips away every time I try to grasp it. I close the accident report and push it aside then pull my laptop closer. A few clicks and I have her employment file open on the screen. Maria Davidson. Age twenty-six. No family. Previous work experience in retail and food service. The information is basic. Almost too basic. Her references check out when I had them verified but there's something about the file that feels wrong. It is too clean and too perfect, like someone constructed a story instead of living a life. I scroll through the details again looking for anything that stands out. Her address

Others looked newer, as if they had been printed some time ago. He picked up one of the family photographs. His index finger pointed to a woman standing next to Mr.Jimmy. “This is my mother. Her name is Catherine. She died when I was six.” David looked at me briefly, his eyes full of pain. “She was poisoned.” I furrowed my brow. “By whom?” “Emily Thomas.” I am shocked and look at his eyes. Then, i gripped his shoulder. “David, I'm sorry to hear that. It must be painful for you.”

However, it would result in dementia, wiping away all the painful memories in the process—a bittersweet blessing in disguise. When I returned home, the cake in the oven was already burnt. I took a deep breath, baked a new one, and brought it to Theodore's office. Back then, Janice had just started her internship at the company. Theodore was in a meeting, so I waited for him in the lounge. Janice kept coming in and out, scrutinizing me each time. The glass walls were not soundproof, and I could hear her whispering to others. She clicked her tongue and muttered, "How's a plain woman like that even fit to be Mrs. Jenkins? It's bad enough that she isn't as pretty as me, but her figure isn't as g

“Are you sure that company is legit? My team failed to track it down.” Taylor raised a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward me. Then he turned back to Dante, whose jaw tightened. “Well, St. James has been bankrupt for years now.” “Excuse me?” Dante’s voice dropped icily. “What kind of joke is that?” “Well, to solve the problems we’re facing, we have a very capable candidate who can help us out.” Taylor’s smirk widened as he gestured toward me. “Meet our intern, Veronica Davidson, who has a very special connection with one of the executive directors of St. James.”

the old lady added. “You have to treat me with dignity and the respect I deserve,” Mrs Davidson added. “I don't just want you wandering off and raising questions in my visitors’ minds, I don't want people to see my mother as an unstable drunk, you brought this to yourself,” Mr. Davidson said. “Whatever” Mrs Davidson added. At this point, it all looks like I have been left in the dark by Davidson, a gay husband, and an alcoholic grandmother-in-law. How strange can the day be?

He said "Okay! I'm ready!" she swallowed thickly and heaved out a deep sigh. "Okay. So may I take your full name and age please?" She licked her lips before she responded. "My name is Janice Jordan and I am twenty-four years old." "Okay..." He quickly scribbled down that information. "And your occupation?" He quizzed. She paused, exchanging a confusing glance with Drake. He urged her with an arch of his neck "Well, I am a fashion designer and I own my own business in London precisely where I stay."