Veronica Gonzales Novels & Stories

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

, He asked me getting straight to point in next question making me snap my head suddenly towards him, I am Sure I will choke If I am having soup now. "Yes, I am divorcee and what about you, got to know you are dating some Italian model named Aria Diaz, and cheated on your wife Mrs.Anna before she died,is it true??", I asked him which in result made him to take sharp breathe and he seemed uncomfortable by my question, two can play the game, Mr.Xavier Thompson I thought.

Mr Jackson asked. "Of course, we met." Kieran simply said. "Well, all she talked about since out last meeting was you, this is all we could do to satisfy her." Mr Jackson said and Kieran sighed, Kael stood up to attend to a call while Mr and Mrs Jackson excused them to talk and now they were alone. Veronica was a black haired girl, she was 5ft6, she was a bit curvy, she wore a black skin tight dress which has a slit in front, the dress showed her cleavage, she was wearing a heavy amount of makeup, you can tell she dressed to impress.

The woman stopped in front of me and Kaanadan, alternating for a few seconds with me and him. "Hello…" She said as she held a glass of champagne aside. “Hello,” I say gently. “Veronica. “Kaanadan was clearly impatient. The woman with the big legs visible through the slits in her greenish dress, looked at Kaanadan. "I'm surprised to see you accompanied." Hadn't he decided to stay... in the drought? Veronica had a strong accent, and I didn't hesitate to think that she might be Italian. Kaanadan took a deep impatient breath and looked at her, serious as a robot. No emotion on her face. “Veronica, this is Celeste…my future wife.

I pulled my head back up to see an interesting cover. "Clara Davis shares a picture with her mother on her birthday..." I clicked on the article and read it. "Clara shares a funny selca with her mother, Veronica Shawn, based in Spain now..." I clicked on Veronica Shawn on Wikipedia. She was a former Miss Universe for Spain. All her children and husband are deceased, but she's still alive. "Rhett..." I yelled as my guard barged into my office. "Yes, sir," he saluted. "How's Hailey ?" I asked.

“We don’t always win.” “We win enough,” she said, and left. Enough. Not the number I liked. I stood there a beat, then went to work. ********************************** First: Veronica’s contacts. She kept two phones, like any woman with a kingdom. One for appearances. One for decisions. The one for decisions slept in a locked drawer in her office with the silver fountain pens and the list of donors who could make a judge look in the other direction on command.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

She avoided her sister’s glare and ignored Natasha who tried to grab her hand as she walked past her. At the witness stand, she was given a bible with which she swore. She swore to say nothing but the truth, but somehow I felt she was going to say the filtered truth. Veronica wouldn’t come up here to say something that will put her in trouble. “Can you tell this court what you know about the death of Mr. Derek Shirley?” Veronica looked at Vera briefly before clearing her throat. “Before I say anything, I’ll like to apologize to my sister Vera.” She looked at her again. “I know you think I betrayed you, but I want you to know that I’m only doing the right thing.”

He was worried about Jennifer’s condition. …... At Sea City... At the IF Shopping Mall... Veronica walked into the cafe and sat in front of Nieva. “Ms. Moreno, why are you suddenly looking for me?” “I heard that you're working as an assistant after your graduation. Are you interested in joining the entertainment industry?” Nieva said straightforwardly. She had investigated Veronica and knew that she was one of the women who had a scandal with Jasper. Veronica was shocked. “Ms. Moreno, are you asking me?”

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"