Novel & Cerita Mrs Nice

Mae's perception and paving the way for a more inclusive and respectful future. Chapter 9: Unveiled Identity As the taxi came to a halt near the elegant shopping mall, I felt a mixture of anticipation and unease. Stepping out of the car, my eyes were immediately drawn to Mrs. Mae, who exuded an air of regal elegance as she gracefully made her way towards the mall's entrance. Heads turned, and those who recognized her offered warm greetings and showered her with compliments on her impeccable style.

By the time I got to the house, all I wanted was to take a long shower and lie on the couch watching big bang theory while having my Chow Mein. When I opened the door, my first thought was I was in the wrong house. Every corner of my house is gleaming, and it looks like an interior designer had given my house a make-over. It didn't look like my house; it looked too good. I stand there dazed until I see Marcus lurking in the corner looking all nervous. When he notices I have seen him, he lowers his eyes hastily. "You hate it. oh my god, I am so sorry I will put it back together" he was turning a worrying tomato red; he looked like he was about to cry, have a panic attack, or both. "I drop my

I feel like a million bucks. Mrs. Reynolds meets me at the front of the building right away. The building is on the upper east side of Manhattan near Micah’s place. It’s an old high-rise with a very well-maintained red brick façade. Definitely, a multi-million-dollar investment. I shake Mrs. Reynolds's hand, giving her a polite smile. Ms. Reynolds is an attractive woman with short blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. I would say she’s in her early thirties and in good shape. She’s wearing a stylish paisley top with dark gray slacks and black pumps. Something that niggles at me, though, is the way she runs her eyes over me in a measuring manner. Once she’s done inspecting me, she gives me a c

That was… a lot to process, but right now, I had a more immediate concern. Mrs. Nicole, I need to hear it from her that Kelly is not a suspect and she might know this man. ******* Mrs. Nicole’s House The house was large but understated—elegant in a way that suggested old money rather than extravagance. I stepped out of the car, adjusted my jacket, and made my way to the door. I don't know what I was expecting. I knocked and there was a reply “I’m here to see Mrs. Nicole.” I responded. “And you are?” the voice came again.

If I was her friend,I would have advised her to get rid of the highlights. She walked towards us and introduced herself. "Hi,you must be the Jails." And she brought forth her hands for dad to shake. "I'm Mrs Nicole Smith. And I am terribly sorry for the delay. I just had to talk to my husband real quick. He has been waiting for an awful lot of time." Mom reassured her that it was fine. Mrs. Nicole looked at me and said with a smile. "Well you must be Rebecca. It's a pleasure meeting you." And she gave me her hand to shake. I took it and replied "The feeling is mutual."

“I’m done with the food. Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” He responded but did not move. She followed his eyes as they lingered on her legs and exposed thighs. It made her feel uncomfortable but then he was giving her a friendly smile. It looked creepy to Zee. Was she just being paranoid? “Are you going to get the tray or what?” “Pardon me, Mrs. Ray. I do get absent-minded sometimes.” A woman called out the name- NICE in a loud voice from down the stairs as she approached.

A woman approached – elegant, regal, beautiful in a well-preserved kind of way, probably in her late forties or early fifties, skin and figure kept like a woman who had been a stunner in her youth. I wondered, could she be the mark? I slowed down, debating whether to interfere. Just then, a portly woman in a formal gown – she must be Mrs Reynolds – emerged from a side room, all smiles and obsequious warmth. She hurried over to that elegant lady, effusive and flattering, and they walked together towards the mask room. I stepped forward. ‘Good evening.’ ‘Oh, hello,’ Mrs Reynolds said, surprised. Her smile was a touch too tight, a little unnatural.

Not wanting to keep her waiting; I finalize the email, grab my things and head downstairs. I see a red headed lady waving at me, I approach her; that might be Nicole. “Hi, im Nicole” she says, clearing my doubts about her identity. “Hello, nice to meet you” Nicole is very pretty; she has a slender figure and she’s quite tall and very stylish, offering credibility to her work as a stylist.

The woman was stunning, and her perfect figure was visible beneath the black dress. The night breeze seemed to sway in awe of her beauty. She immediately drew a lot of attention, completely overshadowing Sarah, who was walking behind her. Let alone Henry, who was dressed casually. "Who is that? She's so gorgeous." "How can you not know her? She's Ms. Miller, the CEO of the Miller Group, the beautiful CEO of Hodbridge." "Oh, it's her. No wonder she looked aloof."

“We have to wait for the shares to be purchased, right?” “Mrs. West?!” An elegant woman rushed into the room. “I'm Manager Priscilla, nice to have you in our store.” The manager’s energy was a little too bright, but I smiled anyway. “Pleasure’s mine,” I said smoothly, straightening a little. She clasped her hands together, almost bouncing in place. “Oh, you have no idea how honored we are. Please forgive our delay in recognizing you earlier. Had I known the Adele West was in my store, I’d have rolled out the red carpet myself.”