Romans & histoires Rachel Price Book

Jewel smirked in return, loving how her mum had handled it. Pearl was an eighteen years old final year student of Elites Academy. She was one of the most loved student in her set and the Female Sport Prefect because of her athletic prowess and what not. Jewel was a sixteen years old girl which a very great imagination and an adventurous behavior. Unlike her sister, she wasn't into much athletics but was very good at high jump. She also had a very sharp tongue.

Anna's POV "Nora would be perfect for entertaining Samuel Griffin," I mused . "Her poise, her ability to navigate even the most awkward social situations..." I trailed off, already mentally calculating how to approach her. Rachel cleared her throat softly. "There might be a slight problem with that plan, Ms. Shaw. According to her social media, Ms. Price left for Paris yesterday. Fashion Week. She won't be back for at least three days." I let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course she did. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?" I drummed my fingers against the desk, recalibrating. "Find someone else then. Someone sophisticated, beautiful, capable of handling delicate situations.

“A significant deal just came across Dominic’s desk.” Selene’s jaw went tight on the left side. “I am calling,” Priya said, “because the last time something like this happened I did not call. And afterward I thought I should have.” A pause. Selene’s thumbnail pressed into her palm under the desk. “What kind of deal,” she said. It came out even.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

She and Emma both seemed to know where they were going so I followed, glancing at the beautiful items for sale. A dark red purse caught my eye, and I stopped to pick it up. It was a beautiful little creation, the leather a deep wine red. I even recognized the designer label. I looked at the price tag, knowing I had a little money saved up and could splurge on a purse, especially if I could say I got it in New York City. $2,290.00. I didn't have that much to splurge. I set it carefully back down and hurried to catch up with Rachel and Emma.

ISLA'S POV The emerald silk costs $18,000. I know this because Claudette told me three times while zipping me into it, her voice sharp with the warning that the fabric is more valuable than my life history. The price tag hangs in my mind like a neon sign, heavy and obscene. Eighteen thousand dollars. That’s a year of rent, utilities, and groceries. That’s four months of Mom’s non-subsidized medication. It drapes over my skin like liquid money, cool and terrifyingly fragile.

Which is exactly the kind of move Marcus makes when he wants to get under my skin more than he wants to turn a profit. It's working. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that, but it's working. “The revised offer puts us at a twelve percent premium over current valuation,” my head of acquisitions is saying, pointing at something on the screen behind him. “If Laurent is serious about matching that then frankly they're overpaying and we let them have it and find another entry point for…” My phone vibrates on the table. I glance at it out of habit, expecting Daniel's scheduling updates or something from legal.

With a few clicks, she turned it on and pulled up a bunch of files. "Alright," she started, flipping through different documents. "This is the organization’s structure, policies, and culture. Some of these rules are a bit... let's say, old-school. But you’ll get used to them." I frowned as I skimmed through the documents, raising a brow. "Old school? Some of these rules feel like they belong in a medieval castle… or at least the 1900s. This stuff is ancient."

"Oh, you mean like a housekeeper? But I'm sure she's better than your average housekeeper, isn't she?" "Yeah, exactly, a housekeeper. That's the word I was looking for." My nails dug deep into my palms. I stared at their backs as they joked around. Then, I forced out my words through clenched teeth. "You're such a delight, Ms. Slater. Maybe you're the better match for Elias." Isabel turned around, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You've misunderstood everything, Renee! Elias is just a senior I looked up to at work. I understand you might feel jealous, especially with the mood swings that come with pregnancy.

Is it too awkward? “Wow! You look beautiful.” I pouted and was about to say something but she cut me off. “Shut up, it's perfect. We're taking it.” Finally, we're done with the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror before taking it off. It's not too bad. I checked the price and my mind blew off. A normal person can live for a month with this money. I sighed, I've a bad habit, I won't check the price until I want to buy it. If I had seen the price before, I should have told Amy something. Now she'll insist that I buy this dress.

Several businessmen approached him almost immediately, greeting him as though they had known each other for years. Within minutes, he was engaged in conversation, leaving me standing awkwardly beside him. A woman suddenly appeared at my side. She looked to be around my age, dressed in an expensive designer gown that probably cost more than my annual salary. "Paige Evans, right?" Her smile looked friendly enough. Or so I thought. "Yes." "It's nice to finally meet you." I can see her gums with her big smile and bright teeth. Something about her tone felt off. Before I could respond, two other women joined her.