Agnes Sampson Novels & Stories

But I don't know who she is. With a confused expression, I demand her identity. "Who are you?" "Samantha, ma'am. One of the helps around the boss's home," she replies coolly, her beady eyes boring into mine, sincerity lacing her voice. Just like Agnes, she seems warm. But then again, where's Agnes? I'm still lost in my thoughts when she adds, "Boss insists you have this for breakfast, given how much you drank last night. I must say, ma'am, you're quite a drunkard."

Samuel entered into the room where Grace sat, she had a stick of cigarette in her hands and her usual glass of wine at the order. "So tell me Samuel what's the update? what did you discover about the new maid in my son's house ? Grace asked. "Madam the maid is called Samantha, and she happens to be Agatha's daughter. I discovered that Agatha has been ill and her daughter Samantha had to work in for her while she goes on for her treatments. So the girl working in your son's house happens to be Agatha's only daughter . " Oh I see ! What do you think of her ? I hope she doesn't have any evil plans towards my son?, Grace asked.

Hellen saw Agnes pacing back and forth at the hotel entrance earlier and dared not enter. She believed Agnes was just pretending to have the money. She turned to her son-in-law and said, “Sam, let’s go make the deposit. It’s a waste of time trying to argue with someone who doesn’t even dare to go into the hotel. Only money makes the world go round.” “Alright. I'll make the necessary reservation.” Sam Faye did not even look at Agnes or Kaze and headed into the hotel.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

Through this, I learned something dark and scary about her. Nowadays, my step mom was known far and wide as the incumbent CEO of Ironscapes. Mathilde Angeles, was a distinguished personality in the world of business, to say the least, which were all thanks to her closed affiliation with the biggest tycoon of all time, the Nordstorme's family. But according to the official name registry that my hired detective acquired, she was also formerly known as Agnes Scoth and was actually a criminal on Interpol's blacklist.

She gnawed her lips, and clenched her teeth. “Useless son of a bitch.” She angrily picked up the call, dialing a number to which she knew would reassured her that the job would be done exactly to how she likes it. It didn’t take her much longer before the person she seek answer the call. “:Hello, uncle.” And yes, Agnes had just decided to rely on the man whom she knew could help her. Pablo Garcia. The fared man in Belize or so she thought he is. @cyc

And it was clear then that Sister Agnes was a friend, not a foe. My hand went calmingly to rest over Gabe’s back in an attempt to soothe him. “It’s OK, Gabe,” I whispered. “It’s really her.” “She was dead!” Gabe growled. Sister Agnes raised an eyebrow at Gabe’s outburst, her smile never wavering. “I can assure you that I am very much alive,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming. “Come now, my dear children, let us not dwell on such details. We have a job to do, after all.”

A woman stood there, smiling at her and signaling for her to come up. She frowned. Who was that? Deciding to find out, she climbed up to the place the woman stood. On meeting her, the woman's smile widened. “Hello, you're among the staff of Dawnat?” Penelope nodded, “Yes I am.” “What's your name?” the woman asked fondly, “I'm Agnes Flores.” Penelope took a second, before saying, “Penelope. Penelope Adams.” “Okay, good,” the woman sighed softly. Then said, “The thing is…all I wanted to advise you was for you to be careful.”

He muttered. I sighed. Does Agnes really think that she could hurt Aunt Susan? Susan is a very powerful woman. Among the scarlet's pride. She is the superior and Agnes was superior to her. What does she think she could do to Aunt Susan. The first I did when we arrived home was to get a glass of water.

She had beautiful auburn hair that somehow only reminded him of the woman he had met at the gate that refused to even spare him one look. As he looked closer, he tried to see if he knew the girl but her face did not ring a bell. Beta Sam continued, “The guards will take your statements, and-” “you cannot take her statement, you see she lost her memories. Even her name, Agnes. I gave it to her” Nancy said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “She lost her memories?” Beta Sam said as he looked at Agnes with a pitiful expression on his face.