Novel & Cerita Web Site Story

I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts. The next day after the incident, which is today, as early in the morning, there was a rumor circulating on the agency’s website. We have a website that has been made by the technologically savvy here. And the bosses don’t know that it exists… well, they do now because of what I did.

About our rates, about our target market, about how public to be. "Low profile," Lorenzo insisted. "Word of mouth. Former colleagues. People who know our work, not the tabloid story." "We need a website," I countered. "A simple, professional one. It establishes us as a real entity, not a rumor. We control the narrative. We put our credentials front and center, not the gossip." He hated it. Hated the idea of putting us "out there." But after a long, tense evening, he gave a curt nod. "Fine. But we do it right. No photos. No personal details. Just the facts. And a contact form that goes to a secure server."

She wasn't just any female. “I told you that I had to work, I'm part of a large community of web developers creating one of the world's largest website…I mean, it may not be world ranked, but in the US it could be on top 50, there's no room for play. These companies have dropped in a large sum of money and they need these sites to start working as soon as possible. It's going to launch in a few months and we're past half the process of developing it.” He said without batting and eye.

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

"People don't fall in love at cemeteries." "Well excuse me for being cautious," he scoffed and kept his eyes on the road. "Where are we going?" She asked. "I don't know, I'm just driving," he replied with a carefree attitude. "You said your company was having problems last night, is that why you're avoiding going to work?" He looked at her, his eyes glistening. "I knew I liked you for a reason." "Well, what is it?" "We were supposed to launch a new idea or concept this week but I found out another company stole our idea. We have absolutely nothing to offer and our investors are demanding we refund them." He sighed.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!