Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

"Just keep watching Mr. Hunter." Ronald added, as if remembering something, "Oh, Mr. Hoffman. Becky called this morning, saying Ms. Baker has arrived." Charles suddenly stopped at the elevator doors, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "Which Ms. Baker?" "Your Uncle Milo's daughter, Ms. Janet Baker. She came early this morning, brought by Mr. Mateo." Ronald gulped nervously when he noticed the alarming look in Charles' eyes. "Mr. Mateo's intention is for Ms. Baker to be your secretary starting today."

Beck inquired as he began unbuttoning his shirt and laying his coat over his right arm. "Well, Ms. St. Pierre wanted steak and Ms. Rains agreed. I'm only going by her suggestion." Mrs. Sands announced smugly as she narrowed her eyes in Cherokee and Lucky's direction. "That's wonderful, I do love a good steak," Beck smiled as he turned to continue to his room. "I'm surprised you're still here!" Mrs. Sands recited under her breath as she scurried away to the kitchen to start on the meal.

MAVERICK I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion. “Darling, you made it.” the voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug. “Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug. “Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She looked younger to have a son of Lake’s age. She was also beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a fabulous smile.

She handed one to Diana, who accepted it reluctantly, her skeptical gaze fixed on her friend. "What I’m about to tell you is a secret," Becky began, her tone lowering as she sat down. Diana’s ears perked up at the word secret. She leaned forward, curiosity was all seen on her face. "Go on," she urged. "I’ve accepted a caregiver job," Becky said cautiously, "It’s with Mr. Amos Wright." Diana was amazed, her glass hovering in midair. "You mean the CEO of Omega Corporation?" Becky nodded with a smile.

mumbled Andrew West wearily as if he had received his hundredth call from the media that day. Becky cleared her throat softly, "Mr. West, I'm Rebecca Beckett, I don't know if you remember me or not, but I was the last woman to work for Mr.Miller," she tried to soften the word 'slavery' because she felt it was too harsh. "Ms. Beckett, yeah I remember making a note on your behalf a while back. What can I do for you? Aren't you watching the news? The media is starting to talk about James and you," Andrew West said quickly as if he had been expecting a call from her.

Becky's gaze sweeps across the room, gauging the reactions of those present, her voice gaining momentum as she prepares to delve deeper into the complexities of the case. “Miss Alice is an employee of Mrs. Lara, serving in the prestigious role of managing director. Prior to her promotion, she was a trusted staff member at SignaBook, diligently working as a personal assistant to Mrs. Lara. Her unwavering commitment and impressive work ethic did not go unnoticed, leading to her elevation within the company,” Becky explains, her tone steady and confident.

I’m breathing hard and shallow as my eyes again sweep the small playground they have. “He’s inside with Mr. Beck. He won’t stop crying.” Mrs. Dawson gives me an unappreciative look down her hawk-like nose. I don’t even thank her as I hurry inside. I can hear the hiccups and sniffles of Nick as I come into the main room. He’s sitting on Mr. Beck’s lap, cradled in a tight hug as Mr. Beck sings to him and rocks him back and forth. Mr. Beck, who is in his mid fifties, is the perfect man for the job of taking care of little children. His calm behavior and kind nature has the most unruly children behaving like angels. Except for that kid, Jason…

"Mother was thrilled when she heard you owned Meadow Lane. She said if Mrs. Whitaker and Mrs. Beckett are both wearing it, she'll finally have an excuse to replace her wardrobe." Then, Sophie’s thirty minutes was almost up, so she said her goodbye, thanked Jessica for her patronage, and went back to Wright Textile. She was up against an unpredictable battlefield, and she could feel her heart thumping. It had truly been a while. She followed the assistant to Mr. Wright’s office. When the sliding door opened, Sophie took a deep breath. “Mrs. Beckett,” Mr. Wright’s dignified voice carried through the room. His chair turned, revealing his seasoned figure. Each wrinkle on his face a sign of exper

The trio walked into the building to meet workers running around or working, two receptionist were stationed at the entrance, and upon seeing Mr Black they all bowed greeting him, Leonard greeted back before heading to the elevator with Rebecca and her Assistant Ella. "Your Leech didn't follow you today I see". Rebecca said with a confident smirk as she talked about Melissa who was filling for him at a meeting in Ecuador, like she always did. "My assistant's whereabout should be the least of your problems McKnight". He said as the ding sounded before the elevator doors opened with mr Black strolling out not minding the shocked look on Rebecca's face. Rebecca felt more on the edge now as she

Casper turned to face his office down the hall, but the door was shut. But he didn't have time for it. He returned his gaze to Becky, trying to contain his mounting irritability. The girl was quite efficient, albeit a touch weird. But he enjoyed the unusual, and she gave a certain liveliness to an otherwise stuffy office here. "All right, Becky. First and foremost, who the hell is 'she'? Becky's nose wrinkled in disgust. "This is Miss Black, sir." I was unable to stop her. She was quite arrogant. She said she'd wait for you."