Patricia Idv Novels & Stories

Maybe two more weeks before my credit cards maxed out. Then what? I found a divorce lawyer through an online search, Patricia. Her website photo showed competent eyes and an expensive suit. Her office was downtown, all glass and steel. The receptionist gave me a tight smile when I checked in, like she could smell the desperation. Patricia was in her forties, sharp-eyed and sharper-dressed. She shook my hand firmly. "Tell me everything." I did. The whole sordid story spilled out about Damien and Tessa, the papers, the social media campaign painting me as the villain. She took notes, her expression never changing.

He almost smiles. The elevator opens to the lobby. We walk out. Patricia arrives at the hospital entrance in twelve minutes. She is carrying her briefcase and wearing the expression of a woman who has been waiting for a case to expand in exactly this direction. I briefed her on the sidewalk in four minutes. She listens without interrupting. When I finish, she says two words. “Divine Thomas.” “Yes,” I say. “Criminal exposure and civil,” she says. “If the accident holds up.”

Patricia muttered as she thought deeply. "But I still understand why Tyler decided to go for a weak human like Sandra. He even has a daughter who is the same age as her and they are even best friends. What does he find special in that brat? Even the moon goddess can give him that kid as a second chance mate, it's just so weird." Patricia muttered with a scoff. "At least, money isn't the only thing I would be gaining on this new assignment. I might be getting a new man and Tyler isn't bad at all," Patricia thought with a chuckle as she caressed her jaw.

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.

(Mason’s POV) As soon as Patricia stood up and began walking toward the door, I followed her immediately. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would explode. Was this some kind of dream? A terrible dream I’d wake up from the next morning? How was this even possible? Patricia was now the president of Smithfield Global, and also the biggest shareholder in our company. Literally the most powerful person in the entire building. How? So the initials “P.A.” actually meant Patricia Addison? God. How did I miss that? She’d hidden her identity so perfectly, I could never have guessed that the quiet woman I once knew was actually the president of Smithfield.

The life that was within Alicia, the life that he’d fought so hard to protect, was gone. Finally, after a long while, Ivan spoke. “First, let’s get Alicia out of prison.” He had to get her out of there first. He wanted to solve one thing at a time so he could then carefully investigate what had happened while he was unconscious. Basil’s face immediately lit up. “Then, I’ll bring the Queen here, right n-…” “It’s too late.” The person who’d interrupted their conversation was none other than Patricia. She was standing by the door frame adorTed with a dress even more extravagant than the Queen Mother’s. Before Ivan could ask her why she was here, Patricia spoke.

Not because anyone had asked me to but because it helped to understand the landscape. At five fifteen we got in the car. Patricia Owens' office was in Century City, a clean, modern building with a lobby full of people in expensive suits moving with purpose. Her assistant brought us to a conference room on the eighteenth floor and offered water and then left. Patricia arrived three minutes later. She was in her mid fifties, trim and precise with silver hair cut close and eyes that were measuring without being unkind. She shook Richard's hand, then Alexander's, and then mine with the same firmness and attention as both.

"If you have the guts, then hit me! After you hit me, I won't have anything to do with the Watson family anymore." Gavin's chest heaved with anger. Thinking of Martin downstairs, afraid of leaving marks on her face, he forcibly retracted his hand. Patricia emphasized once again, "Five years ago, I gave Debbie a bone marrow transplant, I no longer owe her anything. I've paid back what I owed.” “From now on, I will only live for myself and my child. I absolutely, absolutely won't leave Ivara City, unless you take me away by force." After saying that, without looking at Gavin's colorful face, she turned around and left without turning back. When she opened the study door and saw Martin and Rand

I pushed the shelf aside and stepped down. The basement was massive. A fully equipped laboratory with computers of different kinds, medical equipment, filing cabinets that stretched wall to wall. Years of research. All of it was here. I started going through the files. Subject after subject. Hundreds of them. Children stolen, experimented on, and discarded. Patricia hadn't been doing science actually. She'd been perfecting mind control, and she'd been selling it for years. She has gathered government agencies, corporations and criminal organizations as her high paying clients. They'd all paid millions for her techniques.

“I know, but I'm pleading. You are one of the people that are keeping this organization standing. There are other ways to seduce him. It is not by force to use your body to seduce him.” “Then what are the other ways?” “I don't know. You are a girl, not me,” he said, earning an eye roll from Patricia. “But we can never know if you don't try.” “There is nothing you can say to convince me, John.” “Well, I tried.” “Goodbye, sir.” Patricia dropped her gun and ID card on the table, then turned to walk out. “You will visit me?” John called after her. “I will try, and congrats on your promotion, Chief.”