Mrs Mellark Novels & Stories

As we were having a chat on the financial trend in the region, Mr Muller switched his eyes to a woman who walked toward our direction. “Ms McKenzie, it’s been a while….” Mr Muller greeted her “Mr Muller,” She smiled widely to him “Mr Davis, I wonder if you had met Ms McKenzie before? She is from the UK, based in London. Her company, McK Fin and Co. Ltd, is on the top list, I believe!” Mr Muller explained to me “I recently just got back to London, Mr Muller. I spent quite time in Berlin actually, so I wouldn’t surprise if Mr Davis never heard about us,” She told Mr Muller

It was obvious they didn’t take their good looks for granted and they weren’t players who constantly flirted with girls like their life depended on it. “I’m Kirsten Relani, but please don’t ever call me Relani just Kirsten or Lani. It’s nice to meet you guys,” I said sincerely and smiled genuinely. “Okay, let’s begin this class,” Mr. Jenkins called out enthusiastically while many groans erupted from the students.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Do you want me to drop you off at the bus station? "No, no," she replies, waving her hand at me. "Nellie drove me. I'll see you in two weeks." I watch her leave, and when I hear the door close, my smile fades. Mrs. Mallory's husband used to work in my office as a security guard before he passed away last year. She wanted to remain independent of their children, so I gave the elderly widow a job managing my house. She enjoys it, and I get hot meals and an organized home. She's a sweet old lady, and her presence in this house that I built for myself makes me feel a little less alone.

“Mr. Merrick founded Merrick Financial Holdings only eight years ago, yet its diverse client portfolio rivals the oldest and most prestigious investment firms in New York City.” Well then. Looks like I was dead wrong about Daddy buying his throne. After wiping the drool off the keypad, I moved on to the Team tab. Thirty different directors and managers were outlined. There was a common theme there, too—overeducated and scowling like they’d all been told smiling voided their MBAs. Except for one lone renegade who dared to smirk for his corporate photo. Ben Schilling, apparently a marketing manager. He looked like he played guitar at open mic nights and didn’t take corporate life too seriously

Tss, do guys really roll their eyes? "Congrats, Marigold." Kit said. There was sadness in his eyes. I know, I've hurt him. "Kit—" "Just focus on Neil. Don't mind me. I can move on, you know." He cut me off so I smiled. "Then move on with me!" I was shocked when a lady wrapped her arm around Kit's shoulder. Who is she? She looks beautiful but, scary? She has an aura like that of an ROTC officer. "This is April. My co-officer." Kit introduced the lady to me.

Old memories he wasn’t ready to face. He concealed his emerging feelings and eyed the maid next to her. For a moment, his eyes remained on that particular maid. Not only because everyone except her had presented themselves impeccably, but also because of the huge eye bags he spied sitting on her face as she nodded his way once in greeting. Mrs Patterson hissed beside him, no doubt also sporting the odd one out of her otherwise perfect staff. However, being the professional she was, she attempted to play it off.

On the contrary. His eagle eyes scanned her face immediately. Seeing her pale complexion, dark circles under her eyes, and dejected expression, the temperature around him plummeted to absolute zero. A murderous aura emanated from him. Without saying a word, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and began typing furiously, searching for a contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Helena saw the name on the screen: Pedro Marrone. Helena's heart skipped a beat. Pedro Marrone was not just an advertising executive. He was the Director of Public Relations at World Entertainment, a living legend in the industry, known as “The Cleaner.” He solved impossible scandals before breakfast.

more than what she had already witnessed in the last thirty-six hours. Markus Martinelli’s calm and deep voice crooned from the other side of his office door. Stepping inside, I found him standing in the middle of the French door frame, gazing over the estate through his balcony. One hand tucked in his pants pocket, his back strained and shoulders tensed, and his disarrayed hair was a sign that he was not in a pleasant state. Even without seeing his hands, I gathered he’d be holding a glass of Amara’s pinot noir.

Maybe my father wasn’t entirely wrong about the benefits of this alliance. My parents come over to check in on us, with Marilyn Borran alongside them. Marilyn is almost seventy years old, black, with close-cropped gray hair, a plain suit, and sensible shoes. She’s got a calm and intelligent face. If you were stupid, you might think she’s a friendly grandmother type. In actuality, she’s one of the most powerful people in New York.