Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Patricia muttered, quietly. A girl who has a height of one hundred and seventy-two centimeters tall looks doubtful. However, curiosity about the news that might be conveyed overcame the feeling of doubt. Abigail's Laurentia Verz personal assistant also ventured, so that the index finger of her left hand pressed the green phone icon so that a phone call made by someone on the other end is finally connected. Patricia Eleanor Barthz: “Hello.” Someone: “Hello, Patrice. How are you?" For the sake of the ever-revolving universe... I am nervous. Calm yourself, Patrice. Do not let anyone know, including this person, if you have a deeper feeling inside, muttered the owner of a pair of light brown eye

I ask him and i could see the shock on her face and i smirked “Princess, this is the interior designer, Nate referred her to me” he says and i left his waist, he wrapped his arm on my shoulder and i stretched my hand forward “Hi, I’m Damien’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you " the shock on her face was evident as she reluctantly shook my hand "Hi, I’m Patricia " she says with a fake smile plastered on her face "I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name" she tells me

I sigh, “, even though you’re trying to help, it doesn’t. I’ve never heard of Skiora. And no one here seems to have heard of where I’m from either. Not to mention I haven’t met a single human since I woke up on the forest floor.” “It’s a good thing you came here then.” A new voice enters the room, and it’s a lady who had come from behind the luxurious looking dark purple curtain which led to the rest of the house, at least that’s what I assume. Looking her up and down she wears a long robe, red with metallic gold spirals at the end of her sleeves, held close to her by a belt. The belt itself was strapped with at least a half dozen punches - who knows what each contains. Since her light hair

Calibrated. I file this observation and return to Patricia Yuen. ***** An hour into the reception Marcus appears at my elbow. "Are you getting what you need for the piece?" he asks. "More than I expected," I say honestly. "Patricia Yuen is extraordinary." "She is." A pause. "She started as an analyst at twenty-three. Was told twice in her first five years that she wasn't board material." He pauses. "She's been on four boards in the last decade."

Patricia throws a series of questions at Anita, and Anita swallows. "I just want to have the experience and educate the younger ones." "Okay." Mrs. Patricia pauses in front of her office door and walks in, with Anita following suit and standing across from Mrs. Patricia's seat as she sits down. "So, where are your certificates or credentials? Let me see them. Are you a graduate?" Mrs. Patricia asks, and Anita immediately hands over her CV, which she made sure to pack in her box of clothes. Mrs. Patricia picks up her eyeglasses and examines Anita's CV.

I noted she had another tattoo on her ankle, to complete the package. She sat down next to me as this frightening looking guy, about 50, with a long grey beard, about five ten, 130 pounds, stared at both of us. Me: "Hi and your name is?" Patricia: "Patricia. Before you ask, I do have ID so don't be like the other guy and freak out that I'm like 13. I'm 19. We just got here from Reno. Don't freak out either but that creepy guy over there is just my old man. He's kinda strange, possessive but determined to come here and make a big score with me on my back. Seems that his source of meth dried up, so it's this or state food stamps."

"Welcome aboard." Then the introductions reached her. "Patricia Vance, the Senior Operations Manager." Dark blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. Expensive navy suit. She had eyes the color of cold steel that fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "Ms. Moonhollow." Her smile was technically correct but somehow wrong. "How... fortunate for you that Kaelen has such a soft heart." Liora stirred in my mind, a low growl forming. Danger. She's danger.

Patricia pulls Ophelia into the washroom and locked the door. " What! " Am serious and she's so pretty and young. I think she will become Adam's new wife. " Shut up Ophelia! I won't let that happen! Ophelia showed Patricia the photo she took of Adam and keisha talking. " She's lives on a certain island. " Take me there right now! I want to teach that girl a lesson. I will get my purse in the office, call my driver. " Wait! Patricia! Ophelia called.