Novel & Cerita Something About Her Reviews

I nodded but then I concluded that I was on a phone call and answered “Yes. She seemed to be in a good mood.” “Really?” “Yes.” "What did she call you for?” “For thanking me about yesterday.” “Great.” "She gave me a bag full of chocolates and cakes as a compliment.” “Is she that kind and sweet? I’ve only seen her with her bitchy attitude.” “I thought the same but she was extremely kind to me.” “Maybe because you helped without her expectation.” “Maybe. Might be her real nature.” “Do you think so?” “Yes, it was natural and not made.” “It was my thoughts and now you have a different thought about her.”

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"You called it polite. I went home and tore half of it apart because of you." "And it became your best work." I tilted my head. "You're welcome." She looked at me sideways. "You really pay attention to what I do." "I pay attention to everything about you." I let my voice drop lower. "The way you move when you're on a runway walk-through, the way your mouth gets tight when you're pissed at a bad review, the way you bite your lip when you're thinking too hard. I notice." Her cheeks went warm and she looked down at her glass. "That's... a lot."

“What do you think of her as a person?” “I think she’s friendly. And when she gets here for work it’s always at least 30 minutes before the place opens. No problems with her work ethic, that’s for sure.” It’s probably the best I’m going to get without talking to her myself. But the snippets I get from everyone else combined with what I have learned about her (other than the sounds she makes when I nip at the pulse point of her throat or the way her body tenses when I slide deep inside her) all seem overwhelmingly positive.

Sounded the same. But she felt different inside it. More visible. Even if no one actually looked. That was the shift. Internal. Permanent. — Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She hesitated. Then answered. “Hello?” “Ariana Velez?” Her chest tightened slightly. “Yes.” “This is regarding the external review.” Of course it was. “We’ll need additional clarification on timeline discrepancies.” Discrepancies. The word sat wrong. “What discrepancies?” she asked. “That will be addressed formally.”

She is so serious with the expression on her face. “But, you’ll have to promise me one thing.” She adds. “What?” I ask surprisingly. “That in return, you’ll always be my maybe.” She lets out. A/N There’s nothing more happier for a Writer than when he/she sees readers reading his book. Please leave a Five-star review and comment. Thanks!!

"Mostly my job is to talk to people, please them—well, mostly lie to them for them to buy whatever I'm offering." "What was your course in college?" "Marketing Management." I looked at her. "How about you? What do you want to take up?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I still don't know…" "Well, what's something you're passionate about?" I asked her. "Or something that you love to do?" She stopped from what she's doing, looked around the room and then to me. "I enjoy…watching and reviewing movies. I wanted to be a film critic." I looked around. That's where I noticed a rack of DVD collections in one corner of the corner.

after hours and saw the flicker of interest in his eyes, she knew she had him. “Mr. Cross,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “Thank you for seeing me so late.” He didn’t look up from his tablet. “You asked for this review. I assume you came prepared.” Prepared? She was wearing no bra, a silk blouse she’d unbuttoned down to scandal, and a pencil skirt barely decent enough for an HR meeting. “I’ve exceeded every benchmark,” she said, walking closer. “I thought it was time we talked about…advancement.”

I explained. “That would be fine for now. At least she’s safe there.” She offered her food. I slightly shook my head, I am not in the mood to eat. “Maybe later.” she just sighed and got the yellow pad on her bag. “Here’s my reviewer, I know that you’re good at Anatomy but sucks at Biochemistry. Try this one. I made a copy for you, and this is the hand-outs.”

I told her. “You think it's that good? I have thought about it many times but have not gained the courage to take them out of this room.” She sat on the bed. “I don't know anything about painting but I sure know you have some good ones here. Maybe you can post it on i*******m and f******k and look for reviews.” I told her honestly. “Awe, that’s a nice idea. I can try that for sure. Thank you, Anika.” She said.