Chapter 8 Anita Baker Novels & Stories

Finally, Anita decided to get in the car and drive at a moderate speed. *** About 20 minutes later, she had arrived at her destination. Prayoga's office. Anita walked calmly until she accidentally noticed someone there. "Isn't that Atlas? Why is he here?" Anita thought when she saw Atlas. Anita only knew that Atlas was the lawyer her husband had recommended to handle her inheritance case. "Atlas," Anita called out. Atlas looked surprised to see Anita there. He immediately walked over to her. "Mrs. Anita, why are you here so often?" Atlas asked, greeting her.

Theresa found me still standing there an hour later, the last of the staff finishing the lights below, her presence announced by the familiar scent of lavender and the particular quiet way she always cleared her throat before speaking her mind. "You have been standing there a long time," she said, coming to stand beside me, arms crossed, studying the grounds with the same assessing eye she used for everything, weddings, pack business, and apparently, me. "I’ve been thinking." "About the baker." She asked without cutting corners I did not bother denying it. There seemed little point anymore. "Is it that obvious?"

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.

Nothing about her appearance revealed the storm raging inside her heart. Behind her walked her assistant, Anita Baker, holding a tablet and a few documents close to her chest. Anita’s steps were quick, almost hurried, as she struggled to keep pace with Petra’s firm stride. The guards at the entrance immediately straightened when they saw her approach. Without hesitation, they pushed open the large doors and bowed slightly as she walked in. “Ms. Chapman,” Anita said, speaking carefully as she followed closely behind. “Mr. Chapman and the lawyer are waiting for you upstairs. This establishment ensures maximum privacy for the meeting.”

"Unlike you, I'm not a selfish bastard who only thinks about himself. You should be grateful to Nancy. Although she is pitifully weak, she still has some good sense inside of her. She knows that nothing is ever going to come out of this so she decided to back away while she still can. I won't hurt her, she seems to know her place. And she's a good maid. There's no reason to hurt you because of a bastard like you! AUTHOR Anita scoffed. "Unlike you, I'm not a selfish bastard who only thinks about himself. You should be grateful to Nancy. Although she is pitifully weak, she still has some good sense inside of her. She knows that nothing is ever going to come out of this so she decided to back a

Her mother tried to take the printout but Anita hugs it to her chest with a sleepy sigh. ****Okay had something else in mind to add but decided to start the next chapter with it instead. Feel bad for Anita's boss.... Then again maybe not we'll see****

“First, I’m going to kill Serena. If it weren’t for her, Edmund would never have treated me like this. She took everything from me.” Anita’s grin widened, satisfied. “Then good luck with that.” As Beatrice stormed out of the car, Anita leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching her go. Her smile turned sharp and wicked. Perfect. Let Beatrice take the fall. Let her be the weapon. By the time Beatrice reached out to her old contacts for help—people just desperate enough to get their hands dirty—Anita was already planning her next move. ---

Tinsley informed, and Brigitta sent the compiled files to Tinsley and assistant Jacob. Tinsley quietly skimmed through the documents with pride that Jason delivered detailed documents. Anita was a lady who was born in a poor city in the country El. She is a hardworking and jovial person who wasn't fazed by all the mystery and sad things that happened to her. She works in a tiny restaurant and uses all her money to sustain her sick mother. Until she had an accident a few weeks ago. Since then, she has changed. Suddenly, the broke Anita turns into an expensive girl who doesn't care about her sick mother. She also moved to the city, and now she's aiming to become an actress.

Anita could even remember one day when that old woman asked her why she was still not married to her boyfriend if she had one. “That old woman is manic when you don't follow her request,” Jackson was shaking his head as if he could vividly see Miss Clementina going rogue in front of him, “It looks like you still have to come with us, child.” Jackson added. They had a peaceful family breakfast as everyday after the conversation and left for the city. Anita took her yellow Posche today and was not riding with her parents. After arriving in the shop, she was only helping with the service until Miss Clementina’s arrival. She was done by her order in no time and even offered to take the woman to