Rebecca Sullivan Novels & Stories

she smirked and I shake my head, smiling. "Not funny" She laughed again. "It is. Like it or not. You were worried about a gay guy hitting on me." "You're the only girl I know that can turn a gay man straight, Rebecca," I say to her and her pupils dilate as she leans into me. "Reid has been my friend for years. What'll change now?" "Whatever" I give up on the topic. "My boss...on the other hand is a goof" Becca grinned with mischief. Her boss?

“I want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her. Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...

Elena met Rebecca at her office, which was on the twentieth floor, close to her father's suite but not in it. Rebecca was in her fifties, bright, and no-nonsense. She had a reputation for being both brilliant and scary. "Elena Mercer," Rebecca remarked, pointing to a chair. "I've looked over your work. Supply chain analysis from last month. Good insights. Rookie mistakes on political factors, but Sarah tells me you've corrected that in subsequent work." "I have. I'm learning."

What was she getting herself into? Deceiving the twins, Aaron and Clark, was one thing, a mere challenge, but deceiving their mother, Rebecca, always something much more, a far more daunting task. Rebecca was a force to be reckoned with, the leader of the Silversmith hunters, a woman renowned for her sharp instincts and keen intelligence. Sheila would need to be at the top of her game if she was to fool her.