Peggy Schuyler Novels & Stories

At her command, the two guards approached Sharon with intimidating force. Sharon shot Peggy a frosty glance. "Arrogance and personal bias are hardly professional qualities for a CEO's secretary. Peggy, you'll pay the price for your actions today." Peggy curled her lips into a dismissive smirk, clearly unmoved. Sharon didn't bother saying more. She turned to leave. Peggy had been with Biggs Group for years, rising from an ordinary secretary to the CEO's personal assistant. Her professional competence was undeniable, but she had always despised Sharon.

But still, somehow, even with the evidence, I don't want to believe anything they're telling me. After hearing where she is, I quickly drove to get to her location and found her happily bonding with her friends. The women looked at me with indifference in their eyes, while Schuyler looked like a kid who got caught from stealing. ‘What's with the look, little kitten?’ I clenched my jaw. ‘Did you really do that?’ As much as I want to make her admit her crimes, something else happened and I got a call from the hospital. Schuyler's parents are dying. Their bodies had been refusing treatments for more than three weeks already and no one even informed us!

"You are thirty-four babe, just six years more then you are forty. When are we going to get the time to have the three kids that we talked about? When are we going to have Jeremy... Daenerys... Giraiya... when? I'm not saying you should put the case behind you. I respect you and what you do- - all I'm saying is that you can marry me, and still do your job thing." Shirley remained extremely quiet for a long time... with her head pinned downwards. The rest looking at the scene like they were in the cinema watching a sad romantic movie. Gehrig kept his eyes locked on her the entire time. "I'm Sorry, Gehrig…" Shirley said and walked past Gehrig. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -

Shit, she'll find a solution for sure. “Let me call my boss to ask permission” " GOOD " Peggy went to call while John Keller looked empty. Apart from her rather curvy body - busty bimbos he sees every day anyway, this woman was far too common and her only use would certainly be to serve as a balls-emptying one. He had one of those impossible headaches. He had to quickly find a way to reach Jeanne Clark and get rid of this woman.

Queenie immediately glared at Sherry. However, she did not scold Sherry and rushed over to hug her instead. Fortunately, there was a wall behind Sherry. Otherwise, she would have been tackled to the ground. After hugging Sherry for a while, Queenie released her and looked at her, saying, "Sherry Fowler, you're the president of Sager Corporation. Why do you still run your mouth so annoyingly?" Sherry grinned at her. "You're already three years older. Why do you still dress so childishly?"

Instinctively, I put my hand on my flat stomach and almost burst into tears again. — Just enjoy the show without moderation, Mrs. Wilson. — I whispered, coolly. At that moment I had just buried what was left of the old, dreamy, 18-year-old Veronica Vacchiano under my high heels. Now there would only be the new Veronica Vacchiano, the first woman CEO of P. & G. Vacchiano Construction Company, the sole heiress to the 60% of the company, and the biggest nightmare of those who ruined me. After years, I returned to the United States and found myself just one step away from the queen giving her checkmate. It was the final hour of the show! Five steps forward, the doors of the meeting room being vi

"Yeah! Danielle, if you're trying to skip drinks too, call your hubby. You two are always talking about your men, but they're like ghosts—we've never seen them!" Eyes swung to me. Before I could react, Peggy was already on her phone, her voice sugar-sweet. "Babe, what are you up to?" A low chuckle came through the speaker. "Honeybun, I'm working." Everyone froze. That voice? Unmistakable. A coworker next to me grabbed my arm, whispering, "Danielle... isn't that Mr. Busch?" I clenched my fist and said nothing. Then Peggy giggled and stomped her foot like some giddy schoolgirl. "Gerard! I'm on speaker! Don't call me that in front of everyone—it's so embarrassing!"

"She's a lovely old dear, but she's as nutty as you can get." Brooklyn chuckled. "I suck at French," she admitted. Sasha grinned. "Welcome to the club. Alice used to be in this class, but she got kicked out." "Why?" Brooklyn wondered and Sasha laughed. "She watched an episode of Friends," Sasha said and smirked. "She thought it would be funny to copy Joey from the episode when he was learning French. Yeah... It didn't go down well with the elderly French teacher who nearly broke down because Alice wouldn't stop. Arguably, it was hilarious, but I don't think Mrs Mental appreciated

There goes the No public knowledge down the fucking drain. “Niccola Fairchild, daughter of Monica Sutclife, who recently married Magnat Cole Sutcliffe, joining their fortune, is photographed kissing Phillip Price. Will the next marriage join the most popular families in New York?” I read and close my eyes for a few seconds, not believing what I am seeing.

She held her phone out, the video playing on a loop at low volume. "Just look at him," Chloe whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Poor Jovan. He’s so blind when it comes to women. She’s totally playing him." "Who was that guy, Chloe?" a junior analyst asked, eyes wide. "That’s Archer Schuyler. He’s a big deal in New York," Chloe began, weaving her web. "Word is, his firm is hitting a rough patch, so Evelyn jumped ship. She ran to Florida, found a billionaire heir, and now Archer’s here trying to win back the girl who dumped him the moment the money got tight."