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Felicia POV

I look at the window of my bedroom and stared at the sunrise. Holding a cup of coffee, I sipped. "Good morning!" I smiled, ready to take the challenge of the day.

My phone alarms, it's 6 am in the morning but I woke up even earlier just in case. I cannot afford to waste my time in the bed and never get the chance to meet the sunrise. It's my beautiful part of the day. 

I drank all of my coffee and proceed downstairs. Wearing my sleeveless shirt and shorts, I will prepare for breakfast. I always prepare breakfast for us, my parents. 

As soon as I entered the kitchen, Mom is already putting plates on the dining table. She noticed my presence.

"Good morning, sweetie,"

"Mom, you prepared?"

"Of course! I woke up even earlier than you. Sounds fun competing," mom laughs. 

I chuckled. "Now it became competition,"

"It's just a matter of acts of service, sweetie. You've been busy and yet you still get to bond with us,"

I smiled. "It's a matter of priorities, mom,"

I grew up with a happy family. And we are not living in luxury before. I have a big brother but he died because of an accident when he was riding his motorcycle cycle—off to his work that time. I was only 16 when that happened. 

We don't have enough money for paying hospital bills and for the burial. Mom was in extreme depression. Dad took all the work and applied multiple jobs just to pay for the amount of debts we had. We lost loved ones, and money became our enemy. 

From that day, I promised to myself I'll work hard to provide for my family, the safety, the luxury, I want a life that will not burden my family anymore. I don't want to see my parents work with blood and tears.

And here I am, living in my dreams. At the age of 29, I have my own company. I love fashion and cosmetics, so I built this one. 

Dad came over the kitchen with dog Peachie. My dog is siberian husky. A sweet huge dog!

"Good morning, darling, good morning, love," Dad greeted. 

We started our breakfast.

When I was 17, I started my writing career. Freelancing, and ghostwritings, and many more. I discovered it and was paid, plenty enough for my school financial support, since my Dad was really having a hard time on his multiple jobs. 

When I turned 18, I knew I had an interest to fashion and cosmetics. So I tried to buy some and put it on. Then as a business minded person, I decided to research about resellings and small business for students. I had my first cosmetics small business when I turned 19. Just a little amount of effort on social media sites for selling and attracting costumers.

When I was in college, my little business went down due to that I became busy with school. Most tiring years was in college. 

For the long story short, here I am, having my own business company with over millions of branches all over the world. 

With my busy days, I always compromise my parents needs. I make sure that I will always spare some time for our little bondings together.

After the breakfast and morning routines, I went immediately to the office. I parked may black car and get out. 

As soon as I arrived inside the building, all of my employees greeted me. I greeted them back and hurriedly went to my office. 7:30 am, at this exact time I always start working. 

Upon entering my office, my heart dropped when I saw Cedrick standing while reading a file record in his hand. 

"Fvck it, Cedrick. What are you doing there?"

He looked at me with his confused eyes. "Why are you so surprised?" 

"Your a big man and standing in front of my desk like you were waiting for your next victim," I rolled my eyes and find my butt sitting at my swivel chair.

"Did you drank coffee this morning?" He asked, putting down his papers on my table. 

I raised my eyebrow. "Yes, I am," proudly, I say.

He grabbed a pen and swat it to my forehead. 

"Aw!"

"Coffee is prohibited,"

I just sighed in defeat. I'm having palpitations whenever I drink coffee, so coffee is not allowed. "Okay, okay. Now let me check that papers, what is it?"

He took the papers and gave it to me. "Report from your secretary. It's about the new perfume we are about to launch this week, and the new shoes for men. It says her that we cannot launch the perfume next week because she had an allergic reaction when she tried it, however the new shoes is ready,"

"Where is she?" I asked.

"She's absent. She's at the hospital,"

I bit my lower lip. "Alright, I guess we need to postpone the new perfume. Visit her and provide her with her needs at the hospital. Also, I want to check the perfume ingredients myself. I wanted to see how they are doing with my request,"

Cedrick crossed his arms. "You are really dedicated with this? We can create something that's not too critical,"

I clasped my hands. "Cedrick, I want a product that my customers want, and not what I want,"

In building my company, it is not all about me but the product that my customers would enjoy. Fashion clothes, make ups, perfumes, skin cares. I dedicated all my effort for this success.

"No doubt why you are the number one," Cedrick commented. "I have your schedules, I personally want to come with you at that orphanage,"

Cedrick came from a orphanage. We became best friends when we were in college. We both have our own goals and vision. He is now having his 2nd child with his beautiful wife. 

My schedule this morning is to visit the orphanage where Cedrick stayed when he was a little child. Having no parents is difficult, and this orphanage became Cedrick's home. 

Nothing much happened at the orphanage, I just had a little chat with the caretakers, and also, Cedrick played with some childrens and cooked for them. 

After the orphanage we went back to the building. We had our separate ways. He head to his office while I went straight to the studio. 

Everyone was hustling on their work. A woman who's age is 40 and above walked towards me. "Hello, ma'am! You want to check our pictorials?" 

She was about to call everyone's attention when I stopped her. "No, let me walk through without them noticing me."

She smiled. "Yes, ma'am,"

"Get back to your work," I command.

This is the studio where we take photoshoots for our new products. I walked through and went at the front. Our model is new, I don't know his face. I observed him a little more.

"Who is this?" I asked the lady who is wearing glasses and a file holder on her left arm. 

She was surprised for a bit when she saw her own boss. "O-Oh, uhm... He's our new model, w-we found him when he gave us flyers for a brand new car."

I nodded. "He has potentials,"

"Y-Yes, ma'am,"

I inhaled. "Okay, make sure everything here is fine. I want the pictures later in the evening, raw pictures and edited. It's about lunch time, make sure everybody gets their lunch down stairs. Provide for all the employees here,"

As I said those command, I immediately went outside the studio. It's lunch time. I'm craving for something spicy so I went outside. I want a spicy chicken. There are fast food restaurants here, walking distance so I won't have to drive my car. 

I went outside wearing sunglasses, my hair is tied in ponytail. I just had my office suit. This kind of would attract people but I just want to eat.

A chicken fast food is getting the attention that it deserves. I went in and ordered spicy chicken. This fast food has their best sauce and chicken. I don't know what they've put on but it's too delicious.

My favorite spot was in front of the counter, it's easy to call for additional rice. I love rice!

As soon as my order arrived, removed my sunglasses, and I started eating. "This is the best," I murmured.

While eating, a television is open. Chewing the leg part, I looked up. My brows furrowed because of the headline. 

'A teenager who was missing for 3 weeks is found dead at the dump site'

The reporter speaks about the kidnapping schemes and syndicates. It is extremely alarming these past months. I have doubt about this things. Why is the kidnapping too clean? Police officers always reportedly having crisis. No evidence, no leads, no suspects. This is getting intriguing. 

Even the death of my brother is still a mystery to me. 

It's almost 1 o' clock and I finished my food. I have an exclusive interview to one of the most viewed television show. I feel like a celebrity with this kind of thing. But, mentioning this thing, my name is also the most search in the internet. 

I regret not riding my car, now I have to walk with full stomach. 

The building of the network was a bit far from my building. It is really a hassle work being this rich, but this is my life now. Despite, I enjoy working. 

My phone rings, a call from Dad. I slid the green button and put my phone at the dashboard—in a aloud speaker. 

"Yes, dad?"

"What time is your interview?" 

"1:30," I answered. "But I think I'm getting late, it's 1:20,"

"You still far the place?"

I bit my lower lip. "Yeah..."

I heard my dad laugh and shouted to mom 'Your daughter is getting late for the interview'. "Alright, you need to go. Your mom opened the tv and she's waiting for you,"

"Thanks, dad. Bye!"

I arrived at the tv network. Hurriedly, I went out of my car and walked as fast as I can. I don't need to run, it might ruin my look. I need to look good and sophisticated. 

I looked at my wrist watch. "Fvck, it's 1:39," I greeted my teeth. 

Then a staff saw me and hastened, leading me to the studio itself. The show already started. I was stunned when I saw Kalixo, sitting in front of the interviewer and seriously talking about something I don't care about.

Why is he here?!

The staff I'm with signaled the interviewer. 

The interview, a gay, holding a cards of questions speaks. "I see, that is interesting Mr. Montenegro. It is such an honor to have your here. And now, for our viewers and the moment you've been waiting for! Our leading business woman who inspires a lot of women to be the best version of themselves. The intelligent and beautiful lady, Ms. Felicia Avimayor!"

I smiled and entered the stage. I put a wide smile on the camera and wave before sitting at the vacant seat, unfortunately, beside Kalixo.

"You're late," Kalixo stated.

The interviewers mouth formed 'o'. 

"Excuse me, who is this?" I threw. 

The interviewer cleared his throat. "I didn't even pulled any questions yet the fire is already starting," 

"Asked," I command. "Let's not wait for the introduction like what this man did. People already know me,"

I heard Kalixo scoffed. 

"This is getting really interesting, okay. Alright, first question for both of you. Why do you hate each other?"

This interview is worse! I think I probably know what the other celebrities feel like they've been used for the show.

Kalixo answered first. "Ms. Avimayor is not an inspiration. She's just tolerating other women with their confusing characteristics and put their standards too nonsensically high,"

I looked at Kalixo. "How come that is your reason, well in fact you said something behind my back?"

He looked at me. "A woman who inspires a lot won't gossip to people's conversation, how come you know?"

"You don't deserve any recognition if you only want money. Come on, Montenegro, you're getting into my nerves every single day. Of course we talk behind our backs, I'm not a saint. Also, my employees don't deserve to be treated with that attitude of yours,"

"So Mr. Montenegro disrespected your employees, Ms. Avimayor?"

Kalixo chuckled with a bit of pissed. "And you don't deserve any recognition if you let your secretary be at the hospital right now because of an allergic reaction. You're not looking up to your employees, and you must be just letting them get sick. Maybe because the perfume experiment—"

"Woah," the interviewer cut. He chuckled. "Everyone must be seeing this hot interview. Viewers, this is just the first question. You two must have really hated each other, what ever the reason is,"

The interview went long. And it was draining. I went o my car and lean. I got no energy left. Montenegro drains all my positive sides. 

On my side mirror, I saw Kalixo looking at me before he decided to enter his car and went away.

I felt a little bit confused. Why does his look is kind of weird?