Pretty Secrets Em Moore Novels & Stories

Then again, they couldn’t shoo someone of his standing away. CEO Moore walked inside the inner office and locked the door behind him, not letting the secretaries enter with him. He then pulled on his lapel to smooth his suit. Inside, Delta was standing by the glass wall and looking down the streets. Only a few things could be seen from a floor thirty stories high.

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.

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.

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

She is too ashamed to face others, so she hasn't returned yet! [Secretary Sienna: She must have left the company directly. After all, she totally lost her face today. If I were her, I would also be too ashamed to stay in the company. After I witnessed the scene, I had to admit that Mr. Moore was such a rare, good man!] [In No Mood to Draw the Design Draft: Oh my God! Is it true?] [The First Secretary: As Mr. Moore's first secretary, I broadcast it at the scene for you. How can it be fake? Except for Sienna and me, Zach, Vivian and several photographers are also in the meeting room. We were all shocked!]