Janet Palacios Novels & Stories

She looked at me with eagerness in her eyes. "Okay, you give directions while I drive." I said and zoomed off. In no time we were standing at the front of 'pizza palace' . It looked modern enough. We got down from the car and Janet led the way inside. It looks like she was a regular customer cause immediately she entered she was greeted by an old woman who I suppose is the owner of this place. The place was almost empty, only few people were present. "What would you like to order?" A young girl about the age of seventeen asked grinning.

Just as Mrs Jones was about to speak in protest, Janet looked around and she was filled with excitement when she said, “Look at Elijah’s mum!” “Yes…in the front seat.” Janet rolled her eyes at her mum’s remark and hurriedly rushed towards Mrs Martinez who was seated elegantly, conversing with one of the most famous retired fashion icons in the world, D’ Mangelo, and to her left was Cece Ferris renowned fashion critic who was the star of the Early Morning Fashion show. “Mrs Martinez, Hi.” Janet greeted with a huge smile on her face. Mrs Martinez looked at her from head to toe through the large dark glasses on her eyes, and was filled with instant disappointment.

Chapter 85: OLIVE's POV Janet stood near the edge of the patio, wearing a cream color gown, her hair perfect, her makeup flawless. She was holding some discussion with a small group of women, all of them laughing at something she'd said. Our eyes instantly met across the space. Her expression flickered with surprise, and then calculation, as if she was plotting something. She excused herself from her group and began walking toward me. My stomach instantly twisted into knots..

And the sound is displeasing to my ears. This doesn't stop me from several trials to move, because I am having bodily pain. I can see my whole body down my chest, but seem numb, dead to me. She quickly slams her phone to her ear and starts speaking really fast, with her eyes never leaving me. "Doctor Seth, this is Janette, the woman who Alpha Calhoun hired to watch over Kristen while he's away. Kristen is awake right now. But still paralyzed and it isn't helping that she's trying to move because it's causing her more pain." Her voice gives out how panicked she is.

"Riverside Marketing Solutions, this is Janet." "Janet, it's Marcus Webb. I have a favor to ask," I said, lowering my tone. "Marcus!" she exclaimed, warmth in her voice. "How are you? It's been what, five years?" "Six. Since the veterans' job fair," I corrected, a faint smile tugging at my lips. Janet had been an Army communications specialist before starting her own firm. She hired people others wouldn't touch former addicts, ex-cons, anyone who needed a second chance.

“She still looks like a kid. I just can’t be interested.” Allen gave him a bemused smile. “Do you even know what Janet has done because of your ‘no interest’?” “What do you mean?” Allen pulled out his phone and showed him a few pictures of Janet. Her new look was bold and provocative, with red lips and dramatic makeup—nothing like the innocent girl in a princess dress he remembered. Jackson was taken aback. “This… This is Janet?” Allen nodded, his phone buzzing with a call. “Think about the engagement seriously. I have to take this call.”

She sized me up and down and asked directly, "What's wrong with your face?" She was quite beautiful. She was especially so with makeup which made her facial features clearly outlined. In front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little self abased. I subconsciously covered my face with my hands and shook my head. Janet smiled and said, "I am Mr. Mitaka's newly hired secretary. My name is Janet." She reached out to me and said politely, "Hello, Mrs. President." When she called me Mrs. President, she emphasized on it..

Months ago, I would have stayed awake until dawn trying to calculate shift rotations to make it work. Daniel looked over at me, his breath hitching, waiting for my reaction. I looked at the screen, then down at my heavy, swollen abdomen, feeling that faint, fluttering tap against my lower pelvic wall. Little Fighter. "Decline it," I said calmly. Martha blinked through the video feed, stunned. "Decline it, Janet? Are you sure? We could hire two more packers from the shelter—"

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

Then, all of a sudden, it hit me! “Janet is involved with this!” I exclaimed out loud. “What do you mean Janet? Your step sister? The one who can barely stand on her own two legs? Didn’t she just come out of the hospital and was left stranded at a motel?” “Yes, I know all of that but Janet is not one to give up so easily. In fact, if there’s anything I have learnt from her lately, it I s that she is the most cunning and devious bitch I know. She wouldn’t give up until the very end. I mean, just think about it. She lost her marriage, her baby and her new lover was brutalized by Lazar! She wouldn’t go down without a fight.”