Chapter 8 Anita Baker Novels & Stories

I knew Tanner never liked anything about me, but to send me to my death is next-level shit. She concluded her speech by asking the lady sitting next to her to introduce herself to me since we would be working together on this case to uncover the truth. "Hi, I'm Sandra Baker, the accountant of Milky Way Publishing Company." I was more confused than ever; what all this has to do with me is something I can't fathom. I had asked Tanner to hand the case over to the authorities since she couldn't handle it herself, but she just wouldn't listen.

throw me into the middle of the sea with nothing but a cheap life jacket. Fear gripped her throat as she remembered the pile of her aunt's medical bills waiting back on the mainland. However, when the elevator door chimed and slid open, Harper took a deep breath, puffed out her full chest, and lifted her chin. She was a pastry chef who knew her own worth, not a criminal. "Walk," one of the guards said, gently pushing her back.

Grace held her gaze. Unshaken. “Neither are you,” she replied. Silence. Sharp. Final. Anita exhaled slowly, tell mom I’ll be back. Then turned. Walking toward the door. No rush. No hesitation. But her mind— Already moving. Planning. Because this— This didn’t go the way she expected. And that meant— She had to go further. The door closed behind her. The room stayed quiet for a moment. Then— Grace sat down slowly. The baby stirred lightly in her arms.

Woefully, the problem was not just about that, for now. "You'd better not be busy yourself while we're here, Moreau." Anitta's reprimand instantly anticipated Moreau to completely abandon any intention of adding insult to injury to her stepfather. She was no longer gripping the phone, but rather interested in one of Mrs. Smift's actions as she pulled the drawer out. "Let us measure. Moreau is with me, and you... Juan Baker, Bianca will measure your body." The enthusiasm in the woman was always the same. Moreau wondered if there wasn't a moment when Mrs. Smift didn't let loose, perhaps preventing her overly energetic side from coming to the surface. She feared the woman had forgotten that the

She took it from him and popped a pill into her mouth. "Well, maybe he wasn't in a good mood today " He pulled her to himself. " Right now, you need to get some rest. You're a maid and need to be up early tomorrow. There is no special treatment because you've slept with the boss. woman! Don't forget that." "I know!" She whispered softly. **** Anita left the store with a big bag of groceries. On her way home, she felt like someone was watching her. Her instincts couldn't be wrong. She immediately surveyed her surrounding for anything suspicious but found none. She turned to move and bumped into Marcus.

The thought of what they intended to do to Anita twisted my insides in ways I couldn’t ignore. Anita was my friend. She had always treated me with kindness, looking out for me even when no one else would. She had been there when I needed someone most. And here I was, betraying her in the cruelest way imaginable. As we approached Luna Nora, she glanced up, catching my eye with a smug wink. She smashed a glass on the floor, watching with pleasure as Anita visibly tensed. But, to her credit, Anita held her ground, facing Nora with a bravery that stirred something deep within me.

Damian watched me for a moment before he sighed again, standing up from the barstool. “Just think about it,” he said quietly. “Don’t wait until it’s too late.” --- Anita’s POV I stared out the window of the hospital room, my mind racing as I replayed the events of the past few days. The car, the attack—it all felt surreal. And yet, I knew there was something more to it, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Anita, you can’t keep brushing this off,” Zach said from beside me, his voice laced with concern. “You were almost killed. This isn’t just about evidence anymore.”

“Seems like Thursday might be more interesting than you think.” I ignored the remark, collecting my papers, together with the cookies. I need to see this baker. I’ll speak to Stephen. But as I walked toward the door, I caught myself saying the name again, quietly this time, as though testing it against the weight of the Whitfield empire. “Demetria.”

I stood up and ordered that my hand be bind which they did and I asked them to enter into me rough which they did. Both squeezing my butt and boobs hard with one of my legs up when they enter me and out, We all scream as we had sex into l came. After I came I ask them to unlock the cuff and leave which they did. My body became calm after the sex then I told my two men to find Anita for me, She needs to die , she doesn’t need to go to jail anymore. I walk to my drawer picked her picture and threw it to them, I want her found within today till tomorrow"

Anita replied, then hugged Angie again while she turned the pancakes. That was not the first time Angie did that; even though Anita didn't mind being dragged online, Angie would always change the focus of the fans to someone else, especially people who had given Anita problems in the past. "Now you should get your ass up to your room, get dressed, and then come down for breakfast." Angie tapped her jokingly on the shoulder as she walked away from the kitchen while chewing on the pancake she had stolen from the plate. After having breakfast, Anita headed straight to the company. It was already a few minutes until 10 a.m., and for some reason, Anita decided to drive by herself that day.