Melissa Benoist And Grant Gustin Novels & Stories

“Okay, so I have a tiny problem.” “Define tiny.” She grimaced. “It’s this project—the Delgado file? I was supposed to be working under Melissa, but she, uh, kind of hates me.” “Hates you?” “Yup. As in, if I breathe too loudly near her cubicle, she’ll glare at me like I kicked her cat.” I blinked, trying to recall the name. “Melissa… she’s an old employee, right?” “Ancient ,” Jessie said, perching on the edge of my desk. “Tall, blonde, blue eyes, legs for days. The one who walks like she’s permanently on a runway.”

“Here’s the list, ma’am.” Celine took it, flipping through the pages. “Good. That’ll be all for now,” she said, not lifting her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” Doris hesitated for a second, then turned and left. Celine closed the file, her lips curving slightly. “Time to finish what I started.” By noon, she and Oscar Bowland were already on their way to meet the first investor — Mr. Louis Grant, a man known for his greed disguised as business insight.

The guests nearby murmured in surprise, but Melissa remained unfazed, her gaze cold and pointed. Estefan’s face hardened as he instinctively shifted his body slightly, placing himself in front of Kaitlyn, shielding her from Melissa’s venomous stare. Vanessa hurried to calm her friend, whispering urgently to her, but Melissa stood her ground, her lips curling into a slight, sinister smile. Everyone in the room didn’t understand the tension between Melissa and Kaitlyn except for Estefan, Vanessa, and Audrey, who only knew about a bit of the rift between the two ladies. Others saw the commotion as a mistake and carried on with their businesses.

As Melissa spoke, her satisfied and smug glance fixed on Jeff's closed bedroom door. Releasing her grip on Matthew's thigh, she grabbed her handbag from the side, brimming with happiness. "You don't have to wait for me for dinner today. I've made plans with my besties to go to the spa together." After tidying her delicately styled hair in the mirror, she pushed the door open and exited the mansion, satisfaction evident in her demeanor. - The Bentley smoothly navigated the streets. Melissa sat in the rear seat with her legs crossed, fingers gently tapping to the music. The thought of Carlson Group equity returning to Cedric's possession filled her with immense satisfaction.

my mother seemed interested in Melissa, I could feel Livia’s displeasure on what was happening, Mrs Gwen had never smiled at her talkless complimenting her. “I stay at Coatelenes, not too far away from here, I met Lyon in a supermarket, and then we became business partners,” Melissa used her cutlery to cut the spinach she was eating as she retorted to my mother's interrogation. “Oh that's very good to hear, you are welcome anytime to have dinner with us, It would make me happy,” my mother exclaimed joyfully. “Alright,” Melissa looked straight at me and smiled, I understood that expression, an expression that implied there was a chance for her in this house.