The aggressive ringing of the phone woke Abigail from her sleep.She grabbed her phone, glancing at the caller, seeing it was a video call. Abigail squinted her eyes as she read the name. "Scarlett."Abigail yawned as she got up from the bed, grabbed her phone, and walked to the bathroom.She clicked on the answer Icon and set the phone on the faucet."You're just waking up?" Scarlett asked."I work overnight remember?" Abigail said as she turned on the tap washing her face with the water.Last night had gone well or maybe... Cause Blake didn't seem interested in her, it looked as though he was back to ignoring her. He hadn't even stayed in the club for more than two hours before leaving and Linda?She had been smart enough to promise to keep the secret the woman had told her. She was good at getting words from people, one of her hidden talents."How's Blake Knight?" Scarlett asked."You shouldn't be asking of him. Things aren't going well," Abigail replied lowly."Yeah, there's alway
Abigail stepped out of the car and shrugged off her jacket, holding it out toward the Russian man, who only looked at her in confusion."Geez..." She shot him a glare before tossing the jacket into the car.Abigail began walking on the walkway with the man slamming the car door and following her from behind.Throughout the week living with the man had been nothing but boredom. Although she could give fake excuses for leaving to just go buy groceries or stay outdoors, it has been fun.No more Jose telling her what she could and couldn’t do. One thing was certain, she had control over the man who failed miserably at being her assistant. Christ, if he got on her nerves, she would call Mr. Rizzo and have him replaced for his lack of experience."Hi..." The receptionist called waving when she saw Abigail walk in as though she had been expecting her for the night.Abigail walked towards the lady who was behind the reception desk. "You are so stripper-ish as usual." The lady said in a joking
Abigail opened the door strolling to the living room, seeing Jose, who was seated, his gaze meeting with hers as though he had been expecting her.It was night already, and she had taken her time to drink all she wanted, went shopping, and also bought some groceries, which she had asked the bodyguard to carry from the trunk of the Uber she came with.She didn't even expect Jose to still be awake as it was late already, but here he was. A drink on the table. He seemed to be drinking that to keep himself awake until she arrived."Hi." Abigail greeted lowly, but Jose didn't respond to her as he looked away from her direction, taking a sip from the mug of beer in his hand.She wouldn't be greeting him if she didn't have the aim to apologize for what was partially his fault too.She didn't even dare question Mr. Rizzo that noon when he asked that she apologize to him; he claimed that he was making an order and not making a request, which, as usual, sounded like a veiled warning.Seemed lik
"See you later, Linda," Abigail bade as she watched Jose follow the guest out of the house.She breathed out. Finally, she wouldn't feel less of herself anymore after being dressed as a maid during their formal meeting.Abigail walked to the kitchen, she could feel her stomach grumbling and knew what it wanted. It was noon already and she was yet to have anything in her tummy.Abigail opened the pot seeing pasta. Did Jose make another one? She thought, taking a spoon and tasting from the pot of pasta.Definitely, Jose made this pasta. It doesn't taste bad except being salty.Abigail heard the sound of tires screeching and she imagined the guest to have left.She finished serving herself the pasta when she heard Jose call her.Oh, yeah. He's gonna correct her for what she has no idea about."I would skip, I need to eat. Bath and---""Come over here, Abigail." Jose interrupted her, she could imagine him trying not to yell.Abigail scoffed, covering the pot as she walked to the living ro
"Jesus Christ." Abigail placed the cup which she just finished drinking water from.Jose really had her drinking too much last night; it's been a while since she got herself this drunk and hungover.Abigail poured water into the cup, and she gulped all its contents down her throat, breathing out.She looks like shit right now; she doesn't need someone telling her that before knowing how she looked like."You're okay?" Jose asked, walking out of the passageway and glancing at her in the kitchen."I hope so." She replied, placing the cup in its order. "When did we arrive home?" She asked glancing at him."Well, you were drunk; I was too. But we got an Uber ride since I couldn't drive as well while drunk. The bodyguard went to pick up the car." Jose stated."Oh,""Would you like to join in the conversation later in the noon?" Jose asked as Abigail walked towards her bedroom door."What conversation? With you?" She asked with a bored look."We'd be having some visitors over. They're from
"You're eating well," Ursula said taking her gaze away from the plate to glance at her father."Yeah, I am. I can't starve while waiting for my death." Governor Ricardo answered. He seemed to have given up on asking for help from her."That's a nice thing to say. Still, you should be scared I might poison you and make your death come quicker." She mentioned."Then you risk getting your marriage----""No, you're wrong." She cut in immediately. "You do not know my husband than I, do you? He really wants you dead, so he can get your betrayal out of his head. So be careful each time I serve you personally." She warned with a sly smile that her father found creepy.She was just like him, feeding on others despair. "I'm not here for any of that by the way. I'm here for a good cause." Ursula began pulling the wooden chair, as she had her seat on it, her eyes meeting with her father, who was seated at the foot of the bed."What's it? Did Blake ask you to get something from me? I already sold