Patricia Elizabeth Gaffikin Novels & Stories

She slid it across the table and I read it slowly. My name is Patricia Campbell. I was your mother's best friend. I've been working as your father's executive assistant for twenty years. I'm the one who's been sending you information. I looked up at her, my mind racing to process this. Patricia Campbell. I knew that name. I'd seen it on emails and documents my entire childhood. She'd been at the house for dinner parties and events. She'd always been kind to me in a distant professional way, but we'd never really talked beyond polite greetings.

She was the president's wife, but when Vivian tried to find more information about the woman, she couldn't find it. Apparently, information about the unlucky woman named Patricia was limited. She only found out about the fact that Patricia was born into a wealthy family before marrying Stefan. Her and Stefan's families were both wealthy, but Patricia's family was said to have more assets than the Dahl's, and that was why her family had also been the biggest supporter of DAHL Electronics since Patricia married Stefan. It seemed that Patricia had lived such a perfect life, and Vivian also believed that she had never experienced any obstacles in her life. She didn't need to think about money, a

I cried helplessly and hopelessly, but no one came, she continued walking towards me with those same lustful eyes. “No one will come darling, your parents left me In your care." She said laughing like a slithering snake. Patricia was our most trusted maid so she was made head maid. She has been kind to me for six years, she literally took care of me when I was just a baby since my mum was recuperating from the injuries after the operations done on her to give birth. But we never knew Patricia had a motive. She was walking under king Pilgrim and she was a pedophile.

Jeff reached up and gently touched her hand. “Angelie,” he said. She looked down at him. “Thank you for saying that.” She nodded, brushing a loose curl from his forehead. ******************** Patricia was stepping out of her mansion, dressed in all white. Crisp pants and a clean jacket, every inch of her screaming elegance and purpose. Her dark lipstick was the only color on her, bold and confident, a symbol of the fire she carried within. She moved toward her Lamborghini, her heels clicking against the tiled driveway, when she heard him.

No shell. “Oh, wow.” Patricia gaped. “I’ll let you off this time, Raven.” Raven smirked as he leaned on his seat. Before she eats, she looks at everyone. “Oh, gorgeous people,” Patricia added as she stood. “By the way, my name is Patricia. I am Hyacinth’s best friend. The one and only.” “Workhalic,” I mumbled. “She’s a workaholic. She doesn't have time for me and she is already married.”

For what they wanted. And her baby was what they wanted. Patricia came out of the office looking tired. "We need to talk. All of us." They moved to the living room. Dorian was already there, laptop open, pulling up files. "Dr. Kovac wasn't lying," Patricia said. "I've been digging into her background. She's legitimate. Research scientist. Worked in stem cell therapy for twenty years. Published papers. Well-respected." "Until?" Caspian asked.

What was really in her mind when she decided to speak to this woman? “You would be surprised on how real they can get.” The reverence in Margarette’s voice pushed the girl to change the topic at hand “Anyway, what do you want to show me again?” Fortunately, that completely shifted the lady’s attention, “Oh, right. I almost forgot. Give me your hand.” Although doubtful, Ellaine offered her hand. The other held it gently as if holding something delicate and fragile. She traced every line and curve with her fingertips and breathed onto it as if she’s whispering some sort of enchantment.

Unable to meet Ellar's gaze, Patricia blinked and looked away from him. She had taken care of him at BayCorp for some time now, connoting that she was not completely indifferent to Ellar. However, she also understood that certain things in life were destined to be impossible, with the prospect of getting together with Ellar being one of them, so she dared not lead him on and give him any hope. Gritting her teeth, Patricia continued to feign indifference. "That's your business. It has nothing to do with me." After saying that, she picked another file up and ignored Ellar.

I say I walk into the kitchen and see Patricia sitting at the table eating with a baby in her arms and her 4 other kids at the table all eating breakfast. Oh my moon goddess. You had your baby. She's so cute. I say walking over to her. Her name is Gwenyth. Gwen for short. Patricia says When did you have her? I ask 4 days ago. She says Oh so when I was in the hospital. I say Yeah. How are you doing with everything? She asks

There are gifts you accept without interrogating the mechanism. The assistant district attorney assigned to our meeting was a woman named Claire Okafor. Forty, maybe. Natural hair, reading glasses pushed up on her head, a desk so covered in files that our meeting documents occupied the only clear corner. She had the focused, slightly tired energy of someone who had heard many extraordinary things and had learned to receive them without performing reaction. She read through what Patricia provided while we sat across from her. She read for eleven minutes without speaking. Then she looked up.