Nora stepped into the building, her anticipation evident in her accelerated heartbeat and the slight perspiration on her brow. As she approached the elevator, her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed the button that would take her to her office floor. Upon reaching her office floor, she swiftly walked down the corridor toward Sandra Spears' office. Spotting Maurice nearby, she motioned for him to approach."I need to speak with Sandra. Is she in? Is she in a good mood today?" Nora inquired, trying to gauge whether it was a suitable time to approach Sandra Spears or not. Her apprehension was evident in her tone as she hoped for the best.Nora glanced at Maurice, hoping for a positive response.Maurice hesitated briefly before replying, "Yes, she's in, but she's in a bit of a foul mood today, Nora." He offered a sympathetic smile."Thanks, Maurice," Nora said, a sense of disappointment evident in her voice. She turned to leave but paused, her mind racing. Taking a deep breath, she
Nora came inside with the parcel and found her mother in the sitting room. "Mom, you're awake?"Nora said, totally surprised to see her mother. "I heard voices. Why is he yelling at you?"Nora's mom asked, looking at both of them. "Everything is OK, Mom," Nora replies."What do you have there?" Amanda asked, pointing to the box Nora was holding. "No idea," Nora said as she set the box down on the centre table and began to open it. She was experiencing some difficulty getting off some of the packing tape, Amanda went into the kitchen and came back with a knife, "Here", she said offering the knife to Nora who collected it and used it to open the box. Amanda took the knife from Nora and went back to return it. Nora opened the box, and she found a note on some pink tissue paper sheets. "What does it say?" Amanda asked, "Nora, I can feel the passion and fire in you. The road to success can be long, but it's easier when you have a little help. Good luck from all of us at Sandra Spears
Nora sat up, her hands trembled as she put on her gown. Greg noticed the change in mood and asked with concern, "Is everything ok?""The results are being announced now on the television," Nora explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned her focus to the television overlooking the couch she was sitting on."Please turn on the television. Tune to Silver TV," she requests, her voice quavering with emotion.Greg nodded silently and reached for the remote, his heart pounding with anticipation. As the screen flickered to life, the young blonde host and her co-host appeared, their youthful energy contrasting sharply with Nora's vulnerability."Welcome back to the live broadcast of the Fashion Icon competition!" the host exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement. "We're just moments away from announcing the fifth and final contestants."Nora's heart clenched in her chest, her hands gripped the edge of the sofa. She could feel Greg's reassuring presence beside her, his grip on
Nora stood in the doorway of her sitting room, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in the sight of the woman sitting on her couch. The woman was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a warm smile and an air of confidence that put Nora immediately at ease."Hello," Nora said tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you?"The woman stood up quickly and extended her hand. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice full of concern. "I'm Mary Gibson. We met yesterday backstage after the show. I'm your personal assistant."Nora's memory of everything that happened yesterday was foggy. She could remember the excitement of winning the competition, the thrill of seeing her designs come to life on the runway, and the overwhelming sense of relief as the show came to a close. But she couldn't remember meeting Mary, or giving her her house address, or asking her to come there that morning."I'm so sorry," Nora said again, feeling a pang of embarra
Nora's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling from Alexander's accusations. She turned to Greg, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "You're a school teacher. What is he talking about?Please tell me he's lying," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.Greg stood there, his silence deafening. His eyes were downcast, his expression unreadable. Nora's heart sank as she realized that Alexander's words might be true.Alexander's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. "Greg White, the seemingly innocent school teacher, is nothing more than a cunning businessman, a wolf in sheep's clothing," he declared, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.Nora felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she reached out for Greg, desperately seeking reassurance. But Greg remained silent, his body rigid and unresponsive.Alexander brought out his phone and tapped on it a few times before shoving it in Nora's face. "Here, take a good look at the real Greg White," A
Nora's heart sank as she pulled into the school parking lot. Greg was nowhere in sight. A knot tightened in her stomach as she realized the inevitable: Kimberly, Graycen's teacher who had been on maternity leave, was back. Nora forced a smile as she greeted Graycen, trying to mask her anxiety. "Nora, I know you might not want to hear this Greg is a good man... ""Kimberly you're right I don't want to hear it.", Nora said cutting Kimberly off. She dropped Graycen off with a hasty goodbye and drove home, her mind replaying all the nasty looks some parents were giving her.As soon as she stepped through her front door, Nora's phone buzzed incessantly. Dread washed over her as she opened her social media app, her eyes widening in horror at the torrent of hate comments flooding her page."She doesn't deserve the prize, "one read, dripping with venom."She slept her way to the price," another sneered, twisting her accomplishments into something sordid."Those lovely designs are not even he
Nora's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped onto the brightly lit stage of the Real Life Talk Show. The audience erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the studio. She took a deep breath, plastered a smile on her face, and made her way towards the hosts, Carol and Pitt.Carol, with her warm smile and infectious laugh, and Pitt, with his sharp wit and easy charm, had hosted the show for ten years, making it a staple in the lives of many viewers. Nora had been a fan of the show for years, and it was an honour to be sitting across from them, even if the circumstances weren't ideal."Hello, Nora," Carol greeted her with her signature welcoming tone. "It's a pleasure having you here.""Thank you for having me," Nora replied, her voice slightly shaky despite her practised smile.Pitt leaned forward, his gaze piercing yet sympathetic. "It's been quite a week for you, Nora," he remarked."Yes, it has," Nora acknowledged, her smile faltering slightly. "I've experienced the high
Mary opened the car door and said, "I will be inside." She then walked to the house. Nora was left sitting in the car, her mind racing with thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and walked past Greg. However, Greg quickly stopped her by grabbing her hand."Please, Nora," Greg pleaded. "I need to talk to you."Nora turned to face Greg, her emotions a jumbled mess that she couldn't put into words. "Please, Nora," Greg repeated, his voice filled with desperation. "Give me a chance to explain."Greg gently led Nora to his car, still holding her hand tightly. "Nora," he began, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you."Before Nora could react, Greg pulled her into a passionate kiss, his lips moving against hers with a fervour that made her heart race. She tried to push him away, but he held her captive, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth.He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer so that she could feel his now erect dick. She pushed an