Jill Ankuda Novels & Stories

At that moment, she felt every part of her body, even the running of the small bead of sweat down her right leg. She adjusted to the lights for two seconds before she smiled at the direction of the casting staff. She opened her mouth to introduce herself. "Good day, everyone. I am Audreana Timothee Ward Dalman, 25 years of age. I am from San Francisco City, and I'm auditioning for the role of Anika Gatchalian."

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Hello, everyone. I'm Willard Griffin, the new HR deputy manager." "Hello, Mr. Griffin! I'm Jillian Larkin, here to apply to be a livestreamer at your esteemed company!" Jillian was the first to step forward. She made a beeline for Willard, and extended her hand with noticeable eagerness. Willard seemed unfazed by her advance. The two exchanged a knowing glance, clearly having coordinated their approach. He responded with a courteous smile. "Haha! I like a woman with such a personality! Our company is in its early stages, and we need talents like you, Jillian!"

Maybe there was one present at the funeral who was secretly working for her. He dared not try anything to offend that mysterious lady. Here she was now, calling the new Chairman of the entire Delacroix Group as if she was calling her pal. Jackie put down the phone. Terror and surprise filled her entire body. “Um,” she swallowed. “You may go in,” was all she could manage to utter. Freddie only nodded to that. “So she is someone very influential, but isn’t making it known yet?” Anika slowly made her way into his office. He was waiting for her by the entrance, and as soon as she knocked once, he opened the door immediately.

It is late at night and everywhere was still wet from the rain. It was my manager, i sighed heavily before picking. I brace myself up to hear his nagging. " Thank goodness you pick the call Jack Mayor , so because you are a billionaire who owns the mighty mayors creation you have decided not to answer when your manager is calling? " I clear my throat before speaking in an apologetic tone. " It isn't like that agent Mel, i am very sorry " I saw jill staring at me in surprise. I see why she is working as a model, she is a very beautiful woman.

I sit in the chair next to her as she stares at me. "Not me. I don't surround myself with phony people looking for a handout. Now that you know who I am, can you tell me the name of your company?" Anushka smiles slightly as she shrugs. "I never thought you'd be so down to earth. My company is Wilkins Acquisitions." My mouth falls open. "As in Stewart Wilkins?" Anger flashes in her eyes. "He was the former owner. I took over a few years ago." I throw my head back and start laughing. Dakota and Anushka look at me like I'm crazy.

I didn't expect Spencer and she are know each other. "Really?" I just reacted that she laughed. "Daddy's at your wedding too." “Ah! Is Mister Pareno your dad?” She nodded at my correction. “You two will meet. So we are ready? Kara, Jill is the CEO of Jillight skin care beauty products. Jill, Kara. It's okay now?" Maxine gave a thumbs up and Jill and I laughed. Then we started two. They dressed me in a white dress that was sleeveless and up to above my knees. Then my cleavage was even more obvious and exposed.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

“It gone quite bigger.” Her name is Jillian Magadalo, but you all know her as Jill. The young black hair girl who’s an inch tall as Wayne. She had half sullen and half charming look, blended like caramel and black coffee. She had strong eyes but wasn't made to be bitter. It was an open book whenever she speaks, and close one whenever she looked deeply at you. She love to tie her hair and reveal her hair forehead, or sometimes just separate bangs to cover a percentage of it. No one know why, and no one bother to ask, maybe because it's suits her well.