Call Penny Novels & Stories

"I was just about to make a coffee, Do you want one?" "No, thanks."I looked around the kitchen and what view I had of the downstairs from where I stood."Where is Penelope?" "They were gone when I got back from my meeting."Harry proceeded making his coffee in his fancy state of the art coffee machine, like there was nothing to worry about. Maybe to him there wasn't but to me there was. I pulled out my phone and dialled his number but again it went straight to voicemail."I can't believe this." "I know my son is new to being a Father, but i'm sure there is nothing to worry about. He might have brought her to the park or something like that."

She blushed in embarrassment. “Penny, why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” The man’s eyes swept over Penny, showing a hint of admiration. Penny took the hundred-dollar note and asked the man, “Have you ever touched this money?” The man arrogantly replied while folding his hands on his chest, “Of course not! This isn’t my money!”

How could they have not? I heard a soft knock on my door and then Penny stepped in with a few files in her hand. She came to take a seat opposite me. Penny was a skinny and tall 22 year old. She had black hair that was always up in a neat bun. Her fingernails were long and coloured bright pink. She was unusually pretty: she had the look and walk of a model. I still wondered why she’d chosen to become a secretary instead. Any model agency would sign her up at first glance. “This is your workload that I had to do yesterday.” She told me, putting the files on my desk. “I just need your signatures on them.”

Then they started chatting and made a new friend. Penny was the only child of her family, her parents owned a clothing shop in their hometown and her home was very homogenous and happy. She really had grown up too easily, hadn't ever had the opportunity to truly live a life. After graduating from college, she become a securities market professional who had special trainings and generally work as agencies, information providers, accounting managers and other professional services as stock dealer's representatives. Hence she was very liberal with her money, she earned a lot. She was a very bright and intelligent woman who knew her own mind. Once she made her decision, she was very much her own

NOAH’S POV “Penny, let’s go already. I’m famished,” I groaned for what had to be the fifth time today. Maybe the sixth. Honestly, I’d lost count—and also my patience. We've been shopping nonstop for hours, and Penny doesn't look like she's going to stop soon. Heads up: Penny is a shopaholic on steroids. I should’ve known better the moment she said we had “girly things” to do. That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning.

Penny didn't refuse the money. Although she didn't know how much was in the card, someone who had been hungry and poor knew the importance of money. To hell with pride and stubbornness. Penny didn't forget to ask the most important thing. As she put the bank card into her pocket, she casually said, "What is the PIN?" Julia's face showed a slightly complicated emotion upon hearing this. It was hard to tell if it was due to her embarrassment for forgetting to inform her of the PIN or shock at how straightforwardly Penny had accepted it.

In a serious tone, Magdalena chirped in, "I can vouch that she's a Schubert." Upon hearing that, everyone understood what she meant—a female Schubert had a lower status in the family than their house pet. Everyone from Andorry knew this. Abraham was a little annoyed. "Miss, are you trying to cause trouble?" "Of course not!" Penny straightened her back. Sadly, she appeared so insecure that she didn't seem like she could afford the whopping price of 21 million. "I don't have the money, but my friend, Woody, does." That little confidence which Penny had had came from Woody.

I think we should go clubbing later tonight,” Penny declared, her voice light and breezy. I stared at her, fork hovering mid-air above my third plate of kleftiko, utterly dumbfounded. “Clubbing?” I repeated, incredulous. “Are you serious?” My cousin’s tiny frame belied the force of her personality. Her black hair shimmered under the soft light, and her brown eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Mischief, it seemed, was aimed directly at me today.

“Miss Mandel, I hope you can be more tolerant and not bother with someone who's a little dumb.” Penny snapped, “Who’s dumb?!” Harmonia shook her head gently. Instead of getting angry, she smiled and waved at Penny. “Come play again next time.” Penny felt irritated and was about to say something, but Mac covered her mouth immediately and dragged her away. Penny was a person of loyalty and righteousness. She always spoke her mind directly and straightforwardly, never being ambiguous or tricky. However, it was precisely because of her straightforward nature that she could be easily taken advantage of by malicious individuals.