Patricia Idv Novels & Stories

“I have an important meeting in the morning. This is my work phone.” The clerk glanced at the bill. He asked for ID. Patricia handed over a card with the name Sarah Mitchell. The clerk scanned the card and swiped his hand over the terminal. He handed her a key card. “You must be quiet; please do not disturb the guest,” he said. “I will be quiet,” Patricia said. She took the elevator to the twelfth floor and walked down the corridor. She paused outside room 1247 and slid the key card into the reader. The lock clicked, and the door opened.

His overprotectiveness paid off and I keep on loving him even more as days go by. I am very happy. Genuinely happy. Actually, this house we are staying in was bought by Patry a long time ago. He chose this to be close to the sea and the surroundings are peaceful. I was so grateful because we didn't have any problems financially. Like what Patry said before, I became his assistant in many branches of his restaurant. Today is our rest day and we give our kids enough attention, as it should be. Patry and Kit left again because they said they were going somewhere. As for me, I caught Patricia reading a book in their room. I smiled and combed her long hair with my hand.

I asked, almost in disbelief. “Of course I know,” Patricia said, a slight smile on her face. “I’ve been a lawyer in Ravenwood for thirty-five years. You think I haven’t noticed certain things? Witnesses with quick reactions, defendants healing from injuries too fast, families with matching unusual eye colors? I’m old, not stupid.” “But you’re human.”

Now it felt like something else. I had met Patricia several times at charity events. We moved in overlapping social circles through various foundations and fundraising galas. She always seemed polished and professional, but there was something slightly off about her. A nervousness beneath the confidence. Eyes that never quite held contact long enough. I arranged to meet her socially. Nothing obvious or confrontational. Just two women supporting the same children's hospital foundation at a luncheon event. "Beverly, how lovely to see you," Patricia said when I approached her table. Her smile was perfect but her hands fidgeted with her napkin. "How is Four doing with everything?"

She called Patricia Reeves at eight o'clock. Patricia Reeves was sixty-two years old, a founding partner at Reeves & Carmichael, and the best family law attorney in Manhattan by a margin that was not even contested by her competitors. She had also been Zara's mentor for the first three years of her career, before Zara moved into litigation and stopped needing a formal guide. They had stayed in contact. They had lunch twice a year. Patricia sent flowers when Zara made partner. "I need to retain you," Zara said when Patricia answered.

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.

“Patricia never left the ward. Where would she have found the time to pay off Dr. Parsons? North, you must be mistaken.” Reina sounded extremely resigned. “Oh, North, you shouldn’t be like this. Patricia is Gerald’s mom. You shouldn’t be questioning her like this.” With Reina backing her, Patricia became more confident. She said sarcastically, “A certain someone should learn from Reina!” “This is the record of Dr. Parsons’ bribe,” Gerald suddenly said coolly. He held a piece of paper in his hand as he looked at Patricia. “Ms. Patricia, are you sure that your name won’t be on it?”

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."

As Patricia hastily walked towards the entrance door, two other ladies on blue scrubs followed her trail. Patricia is a twenty-four years old woman. She is of average height, she has a dark straight hair which was always tied into a ponytail behind her head. She is light skinned, with chubby cheeks. She loved her job, not just because of the pay alone, but she had compassion on people, that compassion spurred her to go extra miles for her patients. She was a nurse in the federal teaching hospital. “The victim is a teenage male” Nne, one of the ladies on blue scrubs that followed Patricia mouthed as she tried to catch up with Patricia, who was almost running to the door.

Not yet. “I am telling you the truth,” I said, my tone calm, unwavering. “My name is Patricia. I am twenty nine years old.I am from Texas.I used to work for the governor for a few months before he recommended me for your family” I repeated everything that I had read about Patricia in her file and what Cyber told me . “ I have been vetted, trained, and I passed the interview just as required. What else do you want?”