Six months later… In the just concluded bakery section of the state of the art buildings of Isabella Gallagher Memorial Foundation, a heavily pregnant Angelina waddled around, inspecting the ultramodern baking equipments. Even though Lucy had volunteered to be the caretaker of the London-based foundation center, from time to time, Angelina goes there to inspect things, especially when a new project has been completed or when some newly- bought equipments have arrived. That's not because she didn't trust Lucy's capability of handling things superbly. No, far from it. She knows she's quite capable and just goes there to make sure things are running smoothly. After all, the foundation is her pet project and her lifelong dream and she loves it just like her own baby! So far, apart from the basic infrastructures that had already been established in both the American and London-based foundation centers, a culinary school, sewing and knitting center, sports arena, arts school for painting
Luca Giovanni put the final touches on one of the most spectacular jobs he has ever done in the twenty years of his career. With one last brush through the short, chestnut brown hair, he spoke in his deep Italian accent, "That's it! You're all set to go!" Then, turning the chair around so that the person sitting on it was now facing the mirror, he added, "Say hello to the latest young Adonis in town! Sei un bel ragazzo giovane, Angelina!" (You make such a handsome young dude, Angelina!) Smiling, Angelina corrected him. "Marcus…I'm now…" She trailed off as her eyes fell on her reflection on the mirror, or should that be 'his' reflection? Because the person reflected on the mirror was in no way like a woman, far from it! With her mouth agape, Angelina McQueen stared in utter shock at the reflection staring back at her. Jumping up on her feet, she kept turning from one side to the other, checking out her new, completely different look. If not for the familiar plum
Naturally, Angelina is a very lively, vivacious, carefree and boisterous person and she wouldn't be caught dead staying idle and doing nothing. So, when they were ushered into the lounge to await their respective turn for the interview, she just couldn't sit on the very comfortable-looking sofa and waste her precious time. Immediately the interviewer's secretary placed them on a sort of queue by giving them numbers, she got up and started wandering around. Thus, breaking rule number two of 'interview protocols' which a good friend of hers gave her. Smiling, she tried to recall all the rules so she could happily break them. After all, rules are always meant to be broken in Angelina McQueen's dictionary!Rule #1: Greet everyone you meet at the vicinity, even security guards because sometimes the bosses disguise themselves...Well, too bad she's too much of a social and cheerful person so she couldn't break this rule as she greeted every single person she met.Rule #2 : No wandering aro
Although Angelina is not really a very religious person, she did take time to pray to the almighty before stepping out of the elevator upon reaching the topmost floor.Having seen the splendid, elegant and exquisite decor displayed in all the floors she has so far been to in this top-notch building, Angelina was surprised to see the floor of the CEO himself. She had expected to see even more breathtaking and captivating splendour but everywhere was just…bland.Yes, that's the right word---bland as it looked quite nondescript compared to the other floors she had been to. It lacked the interesting features and monumental decorations that made the other floors captivating. There wasn't even a single ornamental item in sight except some few devices she knows nothing of...at least not yet. There was a coffee station, a small lounge which Angelina presumed was for his VVIP guests as there was a larger one on the twentieth floor, then two offices. She could clearly see that the first one wa
Chapter Four: The Mission.Angelina finally woke up with a groan of annoyance at a quarter after six in the morning. She had originally set her alarm at five am so she could have ample time to perfect her disguise just as Luca taught her but she kept snoozing it until she finally got up after the fifth ring.It has been a week since the interview at M.J Tech and just the previous day, she had received a call from Mr. Bentley, who sounded robotic as he conveyed the message of her employment and immediate assumption of duty. At that time, she was at the coffee shop where she works during the day time so she quickly called Alicia, her best friend and roommate, to take over her position as the barista just as previously planned.However, despite Alicia's advice, Angelina refused to resign from her night time jobs as well. She knew that if things go according to plan, her job at M.J Tech would just be temporary and to achieve her mission in life, she needs money. Therefore, she wasn't read
Chapter Five: His Deepest Secret.Observing protocols, Angelina reported at the receptionist's desk and to her disappointment, she learnt from one of the receptionists, David, that the big boss was already on seat. But that notwithstanding, she was still confident she'd impress him as she has arrived forty minutes before schedule.Upon arrival at her new office on the topmost floor, Angelina found a box of a brand new mobile phone and a laptop, both bearing the logo of the company----M.J Tech. On top of the box, there was a short note written in a very neat, cursive handwriting which read, 'As long as you're within the premises of M.J Tech, these are your only gadgets. Personal mobile phones and laptops are prohibited.Take note.'Angelina didn't need anyone to tell her who wrote that note, it was undoubtedly the CEO himself. Even though she had never seen his handwriting before, this one had his name written all over it----it's just as sophisticated, elegant and majestic as the ma
Just to ensure that things went smoothly, Jeremy had spent months training Angelina on etiquette, decorum, courtesy among other things since she had grown up in the slums. But Angelina being the kind of person she is, disregarded everything the moment she stepped foot into M.J Tech. She had given her word that she'll help him and so she'll definitely do that----but in her own way. After all, Angelina will always be Angelina! As such, on her second day at work, she knocked once at the big boss's office and without waiting for his approval, she barged in, chirping, "Good morning Sir! I…" Her cheerful voice trailed off as her eyes landed on not just the CEO as she expected, but Mr. Clifford, the HR manager and three other gentlemen who were also elegantly dressed in corporate suits as well. They were all seated, with Maxwell looking as intimidating and imposing as ever in his usual seat while the others were comfortably sitting opposite him. "Oops! I mean, good morning Sirs
Chapter Seven: Her Honey Just when his lips were a fraction of an inch away from hers, a knock sounded on the door. And just like that, within the blink of an eye, everything changed. One second Angelina's body heat was skyrocketing to boiling point, and the next, she felt cold and bereft all of a sudden. With her heart still pounding wildly, she opened the eyes that she wasn't even aware of when she closed them. To her shock, she found Maxwell relaxedly sitting in his characteristic majestic and graceful way on his leather recliner. Then, as another knock sounded, he called out in a calm, baritone voice in that deep British accent of his that she found so attractive. "Come in." As Declan, one of the guys from the IT department whom she had gotten acquainted to, came in and proceeded to discuss some issues with the big boss, Angelina just remained standing with her back against the wall, exactly the way Maxwell left her, looking at him in bewilderment. What kind of stuff i