Stacey Halprin Novels & Stories

I explained. “That is great. She is welcome to come over anytime.” Aiden said at the same time Austin asked “what do you do?” “I'm a stylist and I work at a boutique, that is where Alexia and I met.,” Stacey said. I was about to jump in to narrate our meeting when my phone buzzed in my purse. I fished out my phone and saw that it was Ethan. Ethan calling at this time of the day, so I excused myself to take the call.

He promised himself that he would take her out on a date soon, just like they used to go. A knock on the door startled him. It was Stacy. Stacy was a beautiful woman, with her beautiful figure, brown eyes, long legs, and blond hair. But beauty was not the reason why she was working as his assistant. Along with beauty Stacy had brains. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful. She was excellent when it came to business and therefore was in charge of handling the company in his absence.

Charlie later greeted. The interns and employees present, greeted her back. “Good afternoon, Charlie. It’s nice to meet you.” One male intern gave Charlie a wink, and another one remarked, “You are so beautiful, Charlie.” The attention made Taylor’s gaze sharpen. He was about to react when Charlie said, “I want to point out something.” Charlie motioned to the girl with reddish-blonde hair and asked, “Who are you?” “Um.” The girl frowned, surprised at being called out. “Stacy. Stacy Quinn.”

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

I answered and smiled at her. “By the way, I am Tasha, I am the team director here in the CEO’s Office. I am here to give you this, it’s the schedule of Mr. Harrington for the whole week. He just fired his former secretary the other day, so you have a lot of work to do now” She explained. What he fired him? Damn! Mr. Harrington looks like someone whom you cannot mess with. I should really do my job well. I get the tablet from Tasha and thanked her.

I said. "I do return the sentiment, Elena." Stacey warmly smiled at me, the skin around her eyes wrinkling that kind way before she added. "I work for Rylan. I'm Ava's nanny as you already know." "You're family." We both turned our attention to Rylan whose brows had dipped down just a bit. Despite his clipped interjection, his voice easily gave out that he was offended. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Stacey was important to him and vice versa. It was the way Stacey stared back at him with affectionate eyes.

He looked at Stacy, busy copying spreadsheets. Stacy stood and offered her hand. “Luke. I’m glad to see you.” He took it slowly. “Hello.” Uncomfortable silence. Amiriam braced. Stacy turned to her. “Am I… overstepping?” Amiriam folded the paper she’d been holding. “Maybe.” Stacy nodded. "I get it. But I owe a lot to this organization. I've been involved in two board advisory positions—you know, mentorship. What happened before that… doesn't determine who I want to be at this point."

A moment of silent tension hung between us, and I could see the tension shifting in his expression as he hesitated. I pushed past him and stormed into the lavish dining area, where familiar faces awaited. Richard’s mother looked less than pleased to see me, her eyes narrowing, while his father sat indifferent as always, as if the world beyond these walls didn’t concern him. I barely registered his little sister pouting at me—her annoyance was just background noise to my overwhelming frustration. And then my gaze fell upon her. There she was, Stacey Smith. The lowly secretary who had somehow managed to climb the social ladder. She was seated at the table, next to Richard's mother, with an air