Mrs Harris Goes To Paris Novels & Stories

] Jessica browsed his responses, struggling to match the bubbly Simon online with the cool, distant man in front of her. While Simon basked in tranquility, Anthony was a hot mess. The only silver lining was that a joyous announcement had knocked his troubles off the trending list. Anthony, with a furrowed brow, tried Jessica's number repeatedly to no avail. He paced, restless. "Reach out through every means, we have to locate Mrs. Harris." However, the news his assistant returned with was disheartening. "Mrs. Harris left Capital City early, destination unknown." Anthony seized the assistant's collar in frustration. "Unknown? Get on it!"

Genevieve’s POV I kept my distance. I saw Hazel once with her model friends outside the agency, laughter spilling easily between them. They leaned against a low wall, coffee cups in hand, talking over one another in that breathless, excited way people did when they felt close to something new. “I might stay longer,” Hazel said, tossing her hair back. “Paris feels… different.” “Don’t rush back to the States,” one of the girls urged. “This is where things happen.”

Emma Visiting Paris with Mr Valmore has been one of the best things that has ever happened to us, we decided to take a break from work, there have been so many problems lately, especially with that of Hennesy and now that everything was sorted out, Mr Valmore suggested we take a break from work and go on a little trip

Jenny gasps and rushes away. Sarah smirks and Harris barks "Sarah in my office now!" She walks to him "I thought I gave the orders." Shutting his door Harris catches his breath to calm himself down before he turns to her "what are you doing here?" He faces her Dropping her purse and jacket she starts "how dare you have one of your little tramps turn me away like I'm some kind of cheap slut?" "Sarah, you're in my place of work please keep your voice down"

Creighton pulled the small black Mercedes to a halt at the front of a large, luxurious hotel and stepped out, so the valet could park it. Sandra was amazed that such a grand place could be found among the old buildings of Loiret, France. She felt a sudden twinge of excitement, thinking about the road that lay ahead of them. She was going to see Paris! She had always dreamed of going there, but never imagined being able to afford such a feat and now, this wonderful handsome man whom she had fallen hopelessly in love with, was taking her there. She couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

“For the time being, yes. They are living under this roof.” “Wonderful. Any other nasty surprises I should be aware of?” I crossed my arms, realizing I was shaking. Heck, if I could spit fire, I would. “If anything does come up, Miss, you bet I would run my short, ageing legs as fast as I could to tell you,” Harris grinned. I couldn’t help but return a smile. “I know you would, Harris. Thank you.” “Any time, Miss.” Harris turned to pick up a jar of milk from the counter and headed for one of the three giant fridges on the other side of the kitchen.

Harrington is sitting on his chair facing his back at me. “Good morning Mr. Harrington, My name is Cassandra Lei Tan and I am here to apply as your secretary” I said with confidence. Me. Harrington slowly turned his chair around. I couldn't believe it when I saw the man that I kissed yesterday, sitting right in front of me.

She really could do without another man yelling at her for no reason. The apartment was unsurprisingly exactly as they had left it but Charlotte seemed unworried about tidying up. Instead she insisted Camille have something to eat before ushering her out the door. They were in the small apartment for less than half an hour before Camille found herself walking the streets of New York. The sun was warm against what skin Camille dared to expose but with it still being spring, the shadows of buildings and billboards were considerably cooler. Charlotte was tight-lipped about where they were going. She constantly changed the subject until Camille gave up. It was only when they were standing outsid

Ashton directed his driver to take him to the venue where Harris had arranged an evening party for signing the deal while he leaned his head against the back of the seat. ****************************************************************************** Katherine was almost about to leave her office after a tiring day at work, when she received a call from Harris. He had travelled back due to an unavoidable situation at their London branch. “Hey Harris.. Are you back to Manhattan?” She chirped over the line. “N-No.. Kathy.. It’s snowing here badly and I don’t think I can travel back today.” He said shivering. “Ohh that’s bad.. Crissy would be upset..” She mumbled with a pout since she would be t

“I am so sorry, I had no idea. I just started working as an intern here, so I don’t know much about Mr Grayson except that he’s a no-nonsense individual.” I give her a tight-lipped smile. “It’s fine—” Callum pokes his head in again, and clears his throat. “Mrs Grayson. Time’s running out.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m coming in right now.” The moment he leaves, Paris scoffs, clicking her tongue in distaste. “Sounds like you know this man, Paris,” I say, heading toward the second room. “I don’t.” “Are you sure?” “One hundred. He just rubs me the wrong way, you know?”