Tamika Pratt Novels & Stories

“Tamara needs to see you.” Alice, Tamara’s secretary says quietly as she stands by my desk. I look up to see her brows pulled together and a pained look filling her sweet face. Tamara was the head of accounting in the large business firm I work at. I sit up straight to see her glaring at me through the large glass wall that encases her office. Her dark ebony hair frames her perfectly painted face with beautiful waves that look effortless. I swallow the lump in my throat and stand up, straightening my skirt and blouse as I make my way to her office. I can feel everyone’s eyes watching me as I walk by them, they are all eager to see the Tamara bitch show, and I just so happened to be her favou

(Keyla POV) Marcus came in at seven forty-three, which was earlier than his usual briefing time, and set his tablet on my desk without the standard folder underneath it. "The ghost finally left a footprint," Marcus said. "K.A. Tamara." "Independent consultant. Been taking freelance work for about six weeks." "The profile photo doesn't give us much. Half her face is missing and the angle does the rest." "But the work is hers.", and "One of the portfolio pieces reuses a color system she built for that charity gala eighteen months ago. Different client. Same fingerprints." He slid the tablet across the desk.

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His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.

I look to the door in confusion, that sounds like a female's voice. How can that be Clair?. My lips parted in utter shock upon seeing the person standing there, her hair flowing passed her shoulders in waves and her big brown eyes toyed with me, she had a familiar smile on her face that made my heart speed up inside it's caged space. "Cam?" I ask in disbelief and relief, she winks at me in response. Wait. Camila's P.O.V "Trust me Parkinston, we're offering you a marvelous deal" Nick mused from his chair at the head of the conference table.

“This is Naomi.” Naomi was dressed in a short, figure-hugging gown that showcased her perfectly sculpted curves. Her black heels clicked lightly against the floor as she shifted, the short wig framing her face in soft waves. She smiled warmly at Amanda, a glint of confidence in her eyes. “And by my right,” Tamara continued, “we have Chipo, a sniper with a remarkable talent for breaching the most secure systems.” Amanda tilted her head and, in a playful tone, said, “Technologia.” The word rolled off her tongue with a teasing lilt, drawing laughter from everyone in the room.

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'She could have asked after my health, at least. "Yes, ma'am," Caitlyn confirmed, nevertheless. "Oh, dear!" Madam Scarlett breathed out. "Thank you so much. Your acceptance means a lot to me. I had doubted Martin when he told me. Thank you, dear." Caitlyn wondered why the woman was so thankful. 'Why does my acceptance sound so important to her?' "You're welcome, ma'am. I hope you're doing well?" Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

“Way better than Mama’s.” I gasped in mock offense, narrowing my eyes. “Excuse me? Now I am offended.” She laughed, her little shoulders shaking. “Sorry, Mama. But it’s true! Alpha makes the best things in the world.” Liam smirked at me over her head, smug as could be. I kicked his leg under the blanket, making him grunt. “You think you’re funny?” I muttered, but the corners of my lips betrayed me, curling upward. “It is only a matter of time before we have a contest of who makes the best pancakes. Our judge is going to be the little princess.”