Patricia Elizabeth Gaffikin Novels & Stories

"Not Patricia. She's been with us since the beginning. She runs Detroit. She believed in the vision when no one else did." "She's also been feeding Peterson information for three months. She has been providing information to Peterson since before you announced that the marriage was a choice. She's been his inside source the entire time." Dominic looked at the evidence Howard showed them. The evidence included emails exchanged between Patricia and Peterson, screenshots of financial data sent from her personal email, and meeting notes she'd photographed and forwarded. "Why?" Elena's voice broke. "Why would she do this?" "Money," Howard said simply. "Peterson offered her a promotion—CFO of oper

Patricia came to the office on Thursday. Gerald Morrison's first referral. The woman who had said yes before the sentence was finished because she had a daughter who was a GP in the second region. She was sixty, direct, with the particular energy of someone who had spent decades making decisions and had stopped apologising for the speed at which she made them. Sienna brought her in. I watched them come through the door together. Sienna with her notebook and the particular settled quality she had been carrying since the first regional visit. Patricia with her eyes already moving around the room taking inventory.

"Patricia, I need to know the truth. Were you working for Blake?" Patricia looked at Matthew and Dr. Harrison. Then she looked back at me. "Yes. I was working for Blake." "Why?" "He paid me fifty thousand dollars to find you." "And what were you supposed to do when you found me?" "Bring you back to him." "By force….If necessary." I studied her face. She looked sad. Tired. "Patricia, on the plane you told me something different. You said you were working with Dr. Harrison. You said this was all a plan to fake my death and get me to Switzerland for treatment."

"What are you doing here by this time? It's barely past five am." I opened my mouth to speak, but only a shaky breath got past it. She knew who I was—all of Eastmoon knew who I was, but I couldn't tell the difference. It was the price of fame I had to pay for living this life. "Uhm, it's going to be a long day, Patricia. Ms. Williams decided to start off her day early." Patricia nodded reluctantly, sparing an uneasy smile. She held the skirt of her dress, alerting me to her attire only now. She was fully dressed and had shoes soiled in mud from the woods. I wasn't the only one suspicious. This woman was, too.

“Hello,Patricia.” ​ Patricia was an imposing woman. Tall and statuesque, she had been a fashion model in her youth.Her husband was an art director and was often out of town. Mark helped with his father’s business, but also ran several independent art galleries in the city. Patricia, herself, was a work of art. Tracy might have thought of her as beautiful if she wasn’t such a horrible person. ​ “Have a seat,” she answered. Her voice was cold and clipped. Tracy sat across from her; a bright smile plastered across her face. “Do you know why I’ve asked here today?”Patricia looked her up and down, obviously disapproving of her outfit.

Finally, she had given the first step to start opening her feelings towards the little boy. Many things had happened to her while she was away from the Valladolid family. When she met Ethan and Ethan asked to grab a coffee or something, her heart cleared. It was like with a single person within a few hours she had discovered many things, things that Zein never brought to life. Ethan was a good man, the kinda man she always dreamed to warry to, but decided to marry Zein just because he was a Valladolid, part of the Valladolid family. It was true that she was infertile, but it was also true that there were men like Ethan who understood her and said that the value of a woman wasn’t in how many

From Patricia's perspective, life became so much easier. Because of Gonzalo, she and her son get to enjoy the wonderful New York life. Her son now has three nannies and his driver. Patricia no longer lives with Tasha. Gonzalo took her in and made her a kept woman. Many of their co-workers at Xfactor envy her for having such luck in her short stay at the club. Some of them have been working as a stripper for a decade and has never even had the chance to find a decent man.

he questioned, genuine curiosity coloring his tone. Eleanor's lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned back against the bed, her gaze fixed on Kayden with an air of smug satisfaction. "Social media," she muttered cryptically. "It has a huge power. Patricia is a passive surfer. I know her. She used to create fake profiles without mentioning her real name, and she surfed about her favorite people and celebrities. I'm sure she still monitors those accounts, and she's always kept a tab on me. That's why she'll read the post about our honeymoon which I put today, and she'll surely make a plan to follow us there."

"Ah, hindi ko alam sir eh. Sabi nung superior ko masyado nang matagal ang file na iyan sa stock room. Hindi nila tinapon kasi every once in a while daw may mga taong nagpapa-imbistiga sa pangalang Patricia. Lahat ng client first name lang ang alam nila tungkol sa babaeng iyon." Bakit maraming naghahanap sa kanya? At bakit wala silang makuhang ni-isang clue sa totoong pagkatao niya. All clues lead to dead end, kay Patricia Gabrielle babagsak lahat. Which is an impossible thing, because this seventeen year old girl died in early 1920's.

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|