Yes Sirs Cornelia Fields Novels & Stories

Mr. Fields stepped onto the stage and took the microphone from his assistant. He then looked up at the giant black-and-white portrait of me. "Initially, Ms. Winnie's identity was to remain sealed forever. It was the department's highest classified secret." His heavy voice carried across the entire square through the speakers. "However, we cannot let our hero suffer false accusations, nor can we let her bear the blame after her death." Sylvia, who had collapsed on the ground, went white at the sight of Mr. Fields. She knew it was too late for her.

I also smelled of coffee. My favorite. I got out of bed as I was losing my balance. Since when I was not used to getting up on my own feet. I was barefoot and I can sense that I was standing on the sand. What the hell? Where was I and who was this woman? “I don’t think we formally met. My name is Sabrina Hayes. I’m Mr. Cornwall’s secretary,” she said as she as extending her hand to shake mine. I took it and I smiled at her.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

It was dark, so he flipped on the switch. There by the window, stood Cornelia. She was wearing a hospital gown and her stomach was no longer huge. She pointed her gun at Noelle, a smirk on her face. "Stay out of this, Valentino or you suffer what your brother's suffering now" Cornelia grinned maniacally. "You can go ahead and rot in hell. She's my girlfriend and you're not going anywhere with her" Val said, pointing his gun at her. She slowly raised her hands above her head. Suddenly, a mini explosion occured and smoke filled the whole place.

“Glad to doing business with you, Lady Ariana. Ah, yes. We have prepared the slave girl for you to take it home. I hope you are satisfied with our product, My Lady” Cornell's gaze was filled with hatred as the Baron referred to him as a product. But, for now, Cornell was silent and obediently following Ariana, who led him outside. Cornell didn't understand Ariana's way of thinking. The girl smiled gently at him, before holding his hand, so they could get out of that horrible place together.

He bowed and looked at the crowd with a polite smile. “Are you Ms. Jenner from Jangasas?” “Yes, that’s right!” Yelena and Joanne rushed forward with obsequious smiles. “We’re the Jenners. I’m Ms. Jenner! “Are you here to welcome us? Please lead the way, then!” Cordelia’s eyes dimmed. Her hair was messy, and she looked clumsy with the pile of messy documents. She knew that the man was not asking for her, so she backed off quietly. Never had she thought the man would clear his throat and say louder, “I’m sorry, the Ms. Jenner I’m asking for is Cordelia Jenner!”

Cornelia was no where to be found outside, and Skylar realized why immediately they stepped into the chapel. Cornelia was talking to the officiating priest beside Abhi and his three nest men who were already standing at the alter. It didn't take long for Cornelia to see her, and Skylar's breath caught in her throat as she waited for the woman's reaction. She'd gone through a lot of them in her mind, but she certainly hadn't expected Cornelia's smile to morph into pure rage. Without caring about the other family members around, Cornelia stormed down the aisle and met them halfway.

James Smith ordered Max Holland with his eyes closed without looking at her. Max Holland hesitated: "Mr. Smith, why don't you talk to the lady first." James Smith frowned fiercely: "What lady, drive!" "drive!" Smelling that the president was angry, Max Holland didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly started the car. But Max Holland didn't want Rachel West to suddenly circle in front of the car and stop him. She opened her arms in a deadly attitude. Max Holland was startled, hurriedly braked, and looked at James Smith in embarrassment: "Mr. Smith, Miss West seems to be in a hurry to find you, why don't you go and have a good talk with her."

Where there were women, there was hierarchy — and Cordelia planned to sit squarely back on top. She had one of the house staff discreetly text Serena, claiming that Cornelius would be at the manor that evening and wanted a word with her. When Serena saw the message, her heart sank. With Rita’s trauma still fresh and the swirling mess of blame and rumor, she was sure Cornelius must have heard something from Rita and needed answers. Serena sighed, closing her tired eyes for a moment. Maybe it’s time to face them all, she thought.

“My name's Cornell Grey, we spoke on the phone…” “And I'm Susie Delgado and this is my colleague, Anita Perkins.” The older lady with a stern look shook hands with Cornell as we sat down, pointing to the blonde by her side. “And this is Elena Parker.” Cornell introduced me and promptly got down to business. “I understand that you got our proposal…what did you think of it?” I held my breath while I waited for Susie to respond.