Patricia Westerford Novels & Stories

" You'd prefer not to interview?" He gave a headshake. "I respect your opinion. When may she begin?" "Tomorrow," said Patricia. "Very good," he said, returning his attention to his computer screen. He turned back to face Patricia when she did not depart right away. "Related to Becky Fenwick." In her case, what?" Patricia took a seat after moving to the other side of the desk. "I investigated her work history. Since Abby's birth, she has been her nanny—" "Yes, she told me; I know."

PATRICIA “Patricia.” Patricia looked at her brother. "Hmmm?" "I’ve been calling you to come downstairs. You have a visitor." She stood up and released the book she was holding. "Who is it?" "Just come down and look. Stop asking." Kit rolled his eyes and left his younger sister. Patricia, on the other hand, was still smiling until she came downstairs to see who her visitor was. She opened the gate and smilingly looked at her alleged visitor. But that smile of hers suddenly disappeared when she saw that visitor.

Peony questioned with a smirk. Patricia chuckled, “Is there any one more qualified than the mother in-law of the wealthiest man in the states?” The women started to mumble within themselves again, until one of them spoke. “What are you yapping about, Patricia?” “You all said you want someone who can give you access to fancy eateries and bars, didn’t you?” “Yes? And?” “And I have all the influence needed to do that since my daughter is married to the richest man in the states. I bet you all know Raymond Beckham” Patricia paused to see if the name sounded familiar.

After Summer had walked away, the colleague who had pulled her aside at the elevator stared at her incorrigibly, “It looks like you’re allowed to get away with things, standing in front of Mr. West and even putting your hand over Mrs. West’s mouth. How admirable of you. You know each other, don’t you? Mrs. West mentioned something about ‘your own territory’... Are you…” Tiffany quickly denied, “It’s not that… Isn’t Mr. West good friends with Mark Tremont? You’ve heard of Mr. Tremont, haven’t you? Mr. Tremont’s wife is my best friend. Over time, I got acquainted with Mr. West’s mother. That’s all.”

Zeta Taylor would come back… If Weston didn’t go crazy tonight, she would still have enough. Luckily for her, although Weston had a voracious sexual appetite, he was such a busy man that work and other obligations consumed much of his energy. He would constantly pester her around the house, wanting to do it again and again. However, as soon as he put on his suit jacket, he became Mr. Weston Ford, the distinguished and unrivaled president of Ford Corporation. With all the things that happened today, Weston would’ve been so preoccupied that he would have no energy left to come to her.

Patricia said. Patricia actually was not a bad person. She just felt that it was unfair. She felt that the Poole family has such a big and eminent family, so no matter what, her son could not be with such a woman. However, when she saw her husband being so heartless, Patricia simply could not bear to do it. After all, she was a woman, and only a woman would know the pain of another woman. Patricia had also been pregnant with a few children back then, but she just was unable to keep any of them. In the end, it was after taking a lot of medication and after Old Master Parker had carefully nursed her health that she gave birth to Ryan. Therefore, Patricia was able to understand women and their

“I will try, and congrats on your promotion, Chief.” “Thank you,” ~ Three days of no action felt like hell to Patricia. She had done all sorts of things to keep herself busy—cook, play video games, eat, play video games, cook, play video games, then eat again. That had been her regular routine during those three days. So boring! Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Patricia groaned, rolling on the bed too lazy to stand up. She asked, "Eny, who is at the door?" "A pregnant lady whose name is Mrs. Chloe Miller, working in the F.C.A as a record officer," the artificial intelligence responded in a robotic voice.

I admitted very seriously. Indeed she is pretty, I noted this right the first day I met her. A blush crept on her face. "What rank are you?" I suddenly asked her, now that I know things concerning the different werewolves rank, it won't be bad to know what rank she belongs to and learn better from her. Patricia's eyes lit up in Surprise at my question. "I am from the Omega's rank" she replied softly, still brushing my hair. "Oh I see…" I paused with thoughts swirling through my head, "You are from a notable rank I must say '' I chipped in with a nod.

"It's nothing, Patricia. Just... just some personal matters I needed to attend to." Her eyes flickered, suspicion evident in her piercing gaze. "Personal matters? In your own room? Why the secrecy?" A bead of sweat trickled down Weston's temple as he struggled to come up with a convincing response. "I... I just needed some alone time, Patricia. Please, don't make a big deal out of it." Patricia's scrutiny intensified, her brows furrowing as she took a step closer. "Alone time? Is there something you're not telling me, Weston?"

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.