Romans & histoires Pretty Secrets Em Moore

India struggles the dress that she was wearing completely ripped at the top exposing her chest she quickly flung her hands in front of her chest to hide her breast and Ethan couldn't help but laugh a little. "Now what's so funny Mr Moore...?" "Well..Mrs Moore... It's weird how you're trying to hide what I've already said before and even more," "Mr more I think you pronounce miss Cole incorrectly because that's my name," "I believe I didn't start her at all my pronunciation was alright," He tried to keep his eyes on hers but he could feel it going lower lower every moment and then he had to drag it back again.

Lots of giant skeletons are buried deep within there, but nothing really sticks out. I'm digging throw the snow, going down maybe a little over six feet under, when a glint catches my eye. I at first think it's a diamond I found, but as I keep staring, something about the object seems off. It has a wisp on it, moving lighter than smoke, and I dig faster towards it, finally catching it. It's a small coin, about the size of a dime, with the top surface of it having the word Enoch scrawled in fancy letters.

I chew my bottom lip, "Right. Well, I know who the mole in the company is. Amber emailed me a name and told me how she came across this information." "Who is it?" He questions, leaning back in his desk chair and propping his feet up on the table. I try to ignore the fact that he's wearing socks and slides. "It's Jane," I state, "She had come in to collect the last of her things and Amber just happened to be in ear shot. She overheard Jane telling a co-worker that she was the one who sabotaged the prototype and is now working at the Red Chain." Atlas's eyes go wide, "Really? So, your hunch all along was correct?"

Apparently, Mr Amore had another name of which he went by, Pete Denver. ** In Hailey's work office, Mrs Whitmore, the Boss of the media company called an emergency meeting with some of the top staff. " Good day everyone, apologies for the spinoff meeting, but it was important." Mrs Whitmore began, assuming her role as the CEO of the firm. " One of our most valued employees, currently working on a project in relation to Mr Franklin and Mr Amore, has brought in some substantial information and damning evidence to support the claims." She announced to the team of five.

Her hands trembled as she took out her phone and tried to call me. The number was no longer in service. She stared at the screen in disbelief. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Then, as if realizing something, she rushed out, enduring the pain, ran countless red lights, and drove straight to my school… but did not even make it past the gate. "Adam Hale has resigned." "Where did he go?!" "I'm sorry, we don't know." "Don't know? What do you mean you don't know?!" Cara shouted, sweeping the documents off the desk.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

Moore casts his gaze on the screen to watch the video playing and then, I hear a familiar voice that brings a bad premonition to me. Don’t tell me that’s a video of me being thrown out of my boyfriend and my adopted sister’s engagement party after causing a scene? How did this witch get her hands on it? “What’s your name again?” Mr. Moore asks as he lifts his gaze. I panic, thinking I’m the one he’s referring to but I immediately let out a sigh of relief when Stella offers a response from his side. “Barbara Collins.” “Ms. Collins, you just displayed a character trait of a whistleblower. And you know what that means to the position you interviewed for?” Mr. Moore asks.

Survival was all that mattered now. “Mr. Moore!” someone shouted, motioning toward the loading area. He ran toward the voice, he walked fast, his bodyguards walking by his side. He just needed to make it to that container. A worker pulled open the container door halfway and gestured. “It’s ready, sir. You’ll be hidden with the textile shipment.” Moore didn’t care what it was. He didn’t even look. He just climbed in, the darkness swallowing him whole. One of his guards tossed a backpack in after him—it had food, water, and a few burner phones. That was all he needed.