Paula Dickson Novels & Stories

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

Dax “What the fuck are we supposed to do?” All heads turn to Pauline. The guys refer to her as Powder because she’ll do anything for a hit of meth. She may have been pretty at one time, but drugs have turned her into a skeletal caricature of a woman. The sores covering her arms and face kept me away from what’s between her legs and I never understood why any of the men took what she offered. If it wasn’t for her treatment of Kiley, I might feel sorry for her.

Alana said not sure what else to say. "So Alana, we heard so much about you…your dedication to the fashion industry…I'm Paula, president of LP Brands, the blonde woman introduced herself and for a second Alana thought she heard wrong. Looking at the woman smiling at her. Alana's mouth hung open as her gaze shifted to Ricardo. "You…you are Paula Lopez…as in the great iconic fashion designer," Alana couldn't hide her surprise, she was in the presence of greatness. Who didn't know Paula? She'd be a fool not to recognize her.

I open it on my secondary monitor. This is deep. This is personal. My stomach drops. Chats. Dozens of them. Fake emails. Altered documents. Screenshots. Voice notes. Half-nude photos. Medical scans—Dorothy’s scans. Dates, symptoms, even prescriptions. Paulina sent them all to the greasy little troll named Victor Drew. Of course. Rico’s so-called best friend. The one with the loud mouth and obsession with clicks. Paulina’s been feeding him digital poison for weeks. And I know Rico’s taste. He always attracts the most unstable people like moths to a damn spotlight.

"Can you talk to Paula? I believe she's Paolo's executive secretary." "Ms. Paula?” The front desk said and started to make another call. "Hello Ms. Paula, front desk. Yes, ma'am, someone wanted to talk to Sir Paolo. Her name is Infinity Ramos.” Her expression suddenly changed. “Yes. Okay." When she hung up, she immediately smiled at her.

Motefalco Corporation called a meeting early, led by Mary her witch evil sisters, who was just sitting as the newly elected CEO since they thought that Maria was dead and Mr. Montefalco is still resting with her spouse in the states. A little, because she is no longer happy with the declining sales of their market in the past week. She was a bit alarmed as to who was fighting them. While she was killing her time, her dad's secretary, Paulina, who is now somehow recovering from his mild stroke, entered. "Paulina, have you seen the company's new sales inventories?" she asked while browsing through the documents she had read already. She couldn't find the documents she was looking for. The last

Leila spun around to see a woman in her forties, wearing a navy coat and mirrored sunglasses. “I was talking to my dog,” Leila said, forcing a smile. “She gets bored easily.” The woman tilted her head. “Right. Well, I’m Paula Sanchez, giving a lecture here tomorrow. Shamanic rituals.” Leila nodded, pretending to care. “Leila Weinrich. Just visiting my aunt.” “Well, let me know if you need any help. I know this area like the back of my hand,” Paula said with a smile, then walked off, leaving Leila alone.