Stacey Halprin Novels & Stories

The elevator dinged its arrival to my destination, its steel door sliding open to reveal work stations of staff. I stepped out, eyes on me. The perplexed looks didn’t go unnoticed, I chose not to indulge them. A young lady few years younger stood from her desk to approach me, “hello, ma’am. Please, how may I help you?” She must be the secretary or something. “Stacy Adams, fashion creator and strategist from Zaya Pearl, here on an appointment with your boss.” “Oh.” Respect brimmed her eyes, “welcome, ma’am. I…” She abruptly stopped, her gaze shifting over my shoulder, “sir.”

Her pinky raised slightly upon hearing the sound, but she remained unbothered, exuding an air of elegance. Stella walked forward slowly and greeted her, "Hello, you must be Mrs. Esper." Grace only put down her cup and looked at Stella from head to toe upon hearing her speak. "Who are you?" she asked. Stella then briefly introduced herself. "My name is Stella Hall, the Vice President of Caline. I heard that you're here today to try out some fragrances. May I ask if you have an appointment?" Grace chuckled in disdain. "You're the Vice President of Caline, yet you don't even know your clients?" She then looked at Aubrey, who was standing at the side, and said flatly, "Ms. Abbott, do I have to m

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

ROSALIE'S POV~ One of the assistants stepped forward just as I adjusted the files on my desk. She was petite, maybe a little younger than me, with a sharp bob and thick glasses that made her look smarter than most. She stepped confidently but stopped just short of my desk before giving a respectful bow. “Ma’am,” she began, her voice crisp. “I’m Stacy. One of your main PAs now. I was asked to personally hand you this file. It’s from Mr. Montgomery. He said you'd want to review the list of companies interested in new partnership deals.”

“Because she’s right here. Hello Damon. This is Hayley Stephens. Halloway Stephens is currently slaving away at her office as we speak. I guess you kidnapped the wrong sister.”

When the video ended, Laura leaned back slowly, laced her fingers together, and stared at Stacy. “She’s not just a predator,” she said. “She’s a dumb one.” Stacy’s mouth twitched like he wanted to smile but wasn’t sure he was allowed. Laura stood. “Excuse me one moment.” She left the room. Stacy and I exchanged a glance. Less than ten minutes later, the door opened again. This time, she didn’t come back alone. Assistant District Attorney Harold Thompson followed her in—tall, early thirties, looking like someone who still believed in the justice system even after seeing how badly it could fail.

Stacy. She had appeared out of nowhere like a shadow sliding into place. Her black hair was messy in a purposeful way, bits of it falling across her dark eyeliner. Her tattoos peeked out from her sleeves whenever she moved, lines and shapes Tina didn’t have time to decipher. The combat boots made her a little taller than Tina remembered. “Hey there, birthday girl,” Stacy said, her voice low and smooth, almost lost under the bass. She gave Tina a look that felt like a spark catching. “I’m Stacy. Jenna’s chaos partner. You look like you need a break from Chad-tastic.”

They could see the lovely garden and swimming area, which was empty. “I constantly look for rare talent…you know women should rule…” Stacey added as they sat down. Alana didn't bother. The woman sounded so self-absorbed. “How nice,” “Don't get me wrong…there are so many talented well-known designers who were under me…feel free to come to me if you need any assistance,” Stacey said while the waiter brought some cuisine. Alana stared at the lady with a lazy expression. “Thank you so much…if you have nothing else to say… I'll get going,” saying that, Alana picked up her purse and turned to leave. Stacey was stunned as she watched Alana walk away from her. Who on earth dared disrespect her like

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!