Novel & Cerita Mrs Grey

A polished slab of black marble lay in the center, the only thing in the room aside from the stone walls and the silence pressing in around us. I stared at the name etched into the cold surface. Marcus Grey. “What! what is this?” I turned to Miri, my throat tightening. She looked older in that light. Smaller. Her shoulders hunched slightly as she lowered herself onto the edge of the stone platform nearby. “I have served the Greys for over thirty years,” she said, voice thin. “I held Grey in my arms when he was a baby. I buried his grand mother with my own hands. And ten years ago, this family... broke.”

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

Slowly, I turned. Joanne. She hadn’t changed much. Same smug smile. The hair was longer, dyed lighter, and curled at the ends. She was in a pale pink jumpsuit with golden jewelry dripping from her neck and wrists. It took everything in me not to let my expression falter. “Hello…” I tilted my head slightly, scanning her face like I was trying to place her. “Miss…?” “MRS. Grey,” she said proudly, flashing her wedding ring. “Joanne Grey.”

"Tracy! Mrs Grey wants to see you. Now. She said as soon as you walked in." ‘What could be the problem?’ she asked herself. "What's wrong? Did she say anything else?" She asked. "No. Just a clear instruction to get you,” Tracy nodded and dropped her bags. She walked into the CEO's office, her hands clammy. "Good morning, ma'am. You wanted to see me?" Mrs Grey, usually a woman of icy professional distance, actually smiled. "Good morning, Tracy! How was your night? Please, sit." Tracy sat, feeling more confused by the second. "It was... fine. Thank you."

Their sarcastic remarks were unbearable. Emerald got so worked up that her vision abruptly went black. The next second, she wobbled and collapsed on the ground. At the hospital, the doctor diagnosed her with an acute stroke. Although they saved her life, half of her body was paralyzed. Her speech became slurred, and she could only lay in bed. She was completely dependent on others for eating, drinking, and her bathroom needs. Amelia had no choice but to take on the full responsibility of caring for Emerald. Amelia had to wash her mother, feed her, and handle her toileting needs every day. She felt drained over the exhausting work.

Once it seemed that everyone who planned on coming showed up, Gabe and I started the meeting. Just as the meeting was ending and we were starting to disperse, the door opened. "Oh, hello Ms. Fletcher,” I said. I liked Ms. Fletcher a lot. She's a sweet woman with stunning grey hair, always in the tightest of coils. She always had red lipstick on, which I personally think contrasted wonderfully with her light brown skin. Her small brown eyes were almost beady and while her voice was kind of shaky, she was not a weak woman. I admired her greatly.

I can't wait for her to come back pregnant, that will be a huge twist. "No Ms. Minnie, I haven't seen her." She looks away disappointed. Ms. Minnie is a petite and round white woman, with black hair that's always in a bun and she loves wearing robes. This time I can't see her hair because of the brown bonnet that's on her head. She's in her late fifties and I think she has kids who come and go every day. They look filthy rich, if they're rich why don't they just get her a bigger house? But who will get me pie every day at thanksgiving once they do that? "Sorry, hope you find her," I say to her, she nods and she continues her search for her furry friend. And I try to unlock the door to my apa

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

Knowing the truth would shatter whatever we have together. After a while, we got to aunt Maya's house. The place looked like a castle. Gwen's face lit up in excitement. Holding the hem of her dress, her eyes savoured the place in nostalgia. She took a deep breath of satisfaction. “It's just like I remember.” She said in smiles. Together we made our way in through the huge doors. I was happy she was happy, but I was still concerned about mad dog. Was he dead? Or perhaps did he run wild again? I had no idea what it was, but I can't let Gwen find out what my father did to her mother. At least not yet. I was not willing to let go of my new found joy. We were asked to wait for Gwen's aunt, she wa

ANN POV I return to the front desk with a smile. Ms. Phillips is indeed pregnant and so happy with the news that she seemed to forget I was giving her stitches. I pick up the phone to call the pharmacy about her prescription and a shadow falls over me. I look up and my breath catches in my throat as I lock eyes with Mr. Gray's concerned gaze. He looks so breathtakingly beautiful I want to dissolve into a puddle. His chiseled jawline and kissable lips are calling my name. If only he was a single man.