Public Persona Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"I heard of a visitor today...would you mind telling me her name?" "That is confidential information, you should know that." Valeria replied, concentrating on what she was writing. "I really need to confirm something, I am a staff. Am I not?" She asked hoping to get a positive answer. "Her name is Dana Hamilton, and she is from Hamilton's enterprise." Valeria said, "Is that all you want to know, or do you want to bombard me with more questions?" "That is all I want to know...thank you." She said and left the office. Valeria sighed and looked up from her paper. She knew that Dana was Clara's mother because it was very clear from the looks of the woman. Clara looked more like her mother than h

Zara nodded her head and replied, “I promise, Miss Soap. Would you be so kind as to find out about my father's illness?” Daniela looked at her for a long time, then she nodded her head and said, “I will go out and ask around, Miss Pearson.” Daniela left Zara’s private ward, then she approached one of the nurses and said, “Good afternoon, Nurse. My name is Daniela Soap, a lawyer. I am looking for Mr Pearson’s private ward. Do you know what is wrong with him?” The nurse hesitated, and she said, “Miss Soap, I am sorry. I cannot divulge Mr Pearson’s illness. However, I can ask Mr Pearson to meet you.”

It didn’t take much to know they were talking about me. Two girls stood up and walked toward my desk. One of them smiled brightly. “Hi… my name is Elena.” The other waved slightly. “I’m Aria.” “Nice names,” I replied politely. “And I am—” “Eli,” Elena cut in with a grin. “You introduced yourself earlier.” I nodded. “We just wanted to welcome you,” Aria said softly. “And maybe we can be friends.” I was about to respond when a cold voice spoke from beside me.

Winona gently pressed his hands and smiled. He could tell it was a genuine smile. Perhaps she was telling the truth. “Can you tell me who I really am?” “Alejandro Villamar Jr., that’s your real name. You’re the first-born of a business tycoon. You have a very influential family. You have a wife, Katherine Concepcion. I don’t really know much about her, except that you kept your relationship a secret to the public. And oh, you have a brother, who’s also my friend. His name’s Fernan—”

“I only had time to prepare something simple on short notice. I hope you’ll like it, Miss Helen.” The entire room fell silent. Liam, known in the business world as ruthless and stone-faced, had never once shown this kind of gentleness in public. I opened the box to find a stunning custom gown, elegant and exquisite. In an instant, I recognized it. It was a one-of-a-kind piece by the designer I admired most, a masterpiece so rare it could be called priceless. Yet in this lifetime, I was meeting Liam for the very first time. I had never mentioned my tastes to anyone. Could it really be just a coincidence?

I started to pay attention in the direction that I heard the sound. “Hello?” I ask loudly. “There’s anybody here?” I ask once again, loudly. As I’m about to return to my books thinking it could just be my imagination when I notice a petite girl hiding behind one of the bookshelves, it seems that she’s afraid of me?. “Hey! That’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” I try to reason with her. “My name is Pandora, what’s yours?” I ask her with a sweet smile. “I’m Penny” Her answer came off like a whisper.

Perfect timing! I'd love to meet this "Luna Selina" in person!

Alexandra had a quick sense of Deja vu, but quickly dusted it off. “It’s okay.” The blonde dismissed her apology. “Who is this person and where are they?” “The guest lounge.” Selena informed her of the visitor’s whereabouts, after that, she took a few seconds to think of something, squinting her eyes into narrow slits as if she were trying to remember something important and then the very next second, her expression brightened up and she exclaimed with a snap of her finger. “Ah, he said he’s name is Syrian Cross.” This time, it was Alexandra turn for her brows to furrow. Syrian Cross? Who in Satan’s rat ass was that? She didn’t remember running into anyone with such a name, neither did she r

I faced him after picking up a particular mini picture frame, "who was it that you were talking to, acting all strange?" "No one!" He answered rather quickly. I showed him the photo of David in my hands, waving it suggestively. "Your son, perhaps?" His eyes widened like saucers in seeing the item I was holding. Pota took long strides my way, his eyes holding this glare. "My son's innocent, Diviana! I don't even know where he's at!" I let out a loud laugh at his tone. Raising his voice in my presence, how disrespectful.