Novel & Cerita Melanie Gaydos

Cordelia Patton glanced up and across the conference room table at Melanie Sorenson. The model was clutching a bunch of tissues in one hand, and holding on to her boyfriend Zane Evans’ hand with the other. Melanie was babbling – again, some more – about her stalker, and Cordelia nodded sympathetically as she typed away on her laptop.

Third Person's POV Isaiah was stunned. "Then what was the 'personal reason' you mentioned?" Camille didn't want to get into it. "Just some personal bad blood." "But—" "What is it?" Isaiah realized he had completely misunderstood; his quitting had nothing to do with Camille. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of skills does Melanie have? I heard she hasn't finished her Ph.D. yet, is she—" "She hasn't just not finished her Ph.D. She only has a bachelor's degree. She never even went to grad school."

she growled. Melanie rushed into the room, followed by two other people who I recognize but don’t know their names. “Is everything alright, Madam Helen?” Melanie asked in an enchanting voice. Madam Helen threw a hateful glare at her and she backed away. “Rosy is thinking of stepping down as the CEO of Connor Foods,” she said and my eyes widened. Melanie’s eyes widened too and she gasped in disbelief. Madam Helen walked past me, brushing me roughly against the shoulder.

She was determined to show him that she was a hardworking and reliable maid. But she wasn't just a maid; her primary duty was spying for Adrian; this was her true role. Melanie had been trained by Adrian to gather information about Evan's activities and report back to him. She was skilled at blending in and appearing trustworthy, all while secretly observing and listening to everything that went on in the household. Evan had no idea that his new maid was actually a spy as Melanie continued to carry out her duties with precision and discretion. Little did Evan know that the information Melanie was collecting would soon be used against him in ways he never could have imagined.

Melanie exclaimed, unable to keep the news to herself any longer. Her grandmother’s eyes fluttered open, and Melanie could see the tiredness in them. Her grandmother had been sick for a while, and Melanie had been doing all that she could to make her comfortable. She was glad that she could finally give her some good news. “What is it, my child?” her grandmother asked, her voice raspy and weak. “I got the job, Grandma! I got the job as the personal assistant to the deputy CEO,” Melanie said, her voice trembling with excitement.

Questions flew at her from all sides. She gaped, shielding the confused twins from view. How on earth had the press gotten wind of her return? After holding up a hand for quiet, she guided Sophie and Matt away through the throng with a polite “No comment for now.” Thank goodness her children’s faces weren’t caught on camera. She had managed to keep them away from her work life all these years. In the airport, Melanie overheard travelers whispering excitedly about her return. "That's Melanie Marshall, she owns that high-end design company in Dublin. Wonder what she's up to now..."

Perhaps if my limbs were working well, I would have danced and thrown leaves into the air. "Why did you do that?" I question Cal, as he clambers out after me, kicking the trap door that once concealed me closed. He turns, looking at me. In the light, he is so much more handsome. But something painful and deep set lies within his gaze, and I feel mildly sorry for whoever the woman is that has to crack him. That's why I decide not to question him on who he is. "It's my job. What my boss says, goes." "Who's your boss? Grayson?"

I instructed. Adam nodded in affirmation picking up her phone. “Follow him closely but do not get involved until he gets in trouble,” she instructed over the phone. “Let's go back home,” I commanded. The driver nodded in affirmation and started the car. I looked back at Micheal as he tried to fight the people dragging him away, Joan stood there, her mouth open as though she had seen a ghost. Well…she has seen a ghost…who wouldn't be shocked after seeing a man that was involved in a car explosion and you saw his body to confirm his death.

“Aren’t you really a mere passerby then? You’re just one of the many faces Ynes flips through. What’s the difference between you and a prostitute? You’re saying a man like you still need a reputation?” Alex’s expression was indifferent. “Do you know that there’s a crime called slander?” Winoa sneered. “I really don’t.” Melanie got impatient. “What’s the point of arguing with such insignificant people? Just kill them. Brat... I really want to thank you, though. Without you, Winona wouldn’t have become the Holy Maiden. So, at the very least, I’ll leave your body intact!” Swoosh! Melanie was a domineering grand elder, and she never spouted much nonsense. She went for the kill directly.

Willow Mel, looking as gorgeous as ever, was dressed in a tight red number with mile-high Louboutin's, and she had her blonde hair straightened. If you looked up the word ‘bombshell’ in the dictionary, I’m sure Melissa’s picture would be there. “Mr Grayson,” I say, still feeling formal when I see him, and he chuckles. “Please, we're off the clock. Call me Reid.” He says. “I hope you don't mind me being here. Melissa has just helped me put out wildfires, so I want to thank her with a drink.” He finishes then calls a bartender over.