Novel & Cerita Lucky Marissa Stapley

'' I wave slowly at her with a smile. She walk toward me before pulling me in for a tight hug. Alex has slipped his hand away, knowing that she might want to crash me into a bone crushing hug. I pat her back, hugging her. I try my best to breathe until she pulls away, ''Oh, I apologise for not introducing myself. I'm Marissa and starting from today, I'm your fashion designer.'' Marissa seems excited about the word fashion designer. ''Where's Phil?'' Alex suddenly ask before pulling a chair and sits down.

He told me that Kimmy had taken the story online. Kimmy had been cultivating her “office lucky charm” persona online for years and had built a modest following of people who envied her seemingly effortless, well-paid lifestyle. Just then, she posted a new video. She went into detail about how she had uncovered a major management failure and supposedly saved the company from a massive loss. The comment section flooded instantly. [Oh my god! She’s lucky and competent? The office lucky charm is actually real!] [That floor manager got exactly what she deserved. Who tries to take on the office mascot? Enjoy the investigation, loser.]

Usually, she knows all the gossip about the workers and fills me in on what has been happening. Marissa, a 24 year old from Italy, started working here about a year ago. When she moved to the U.S. she didn't have a cent to her name and her cousin set her up with this position. Her cousin Tonya, also from Italy, got married and her husband forced her to go back to Italy with him, leaving the position open for Marissa to take over.

After waiting a hour before her profile had been retrieved he read keenly: Name: Elizabeth-Reign Lily Davis Age: 23 ¾ Date of Birth: December 19, 1992 Graduate: Leslie High School and Leslie Community College (dropped out) Mother and father: Linette Davis and Crawford Davis Sister: Cecile Davis Mother to: Amber Davis Occupation: Local Newspaper Writer Other: No bad road record except 4 speeding tickets. And something else that was very confidential it has CONFIDENTIALITY written in bold and highlighted in red. William ignored the parts that had to do with the colour of her eyes, hair and how tall she was. He was tempted to click on her confidential information but it’s of no use to him. He j

Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company. “I am sorry,” a man bumped into me. “I am sorry,” he apologized, with a bow and turned to go. “Michael,” I called. He paused immediately, turning back to me. “How do you know my name?” He asked, his brows furrowed in curiosity. Thirty minutes later we sat in a coffee shop, he sat quietly across the table sipping his coffee. “You seem to miss the coffee a lot,” I broke the silence. “I am trying to process all that you just said,” he revealed, dropping the cup on the table. “So you're telling me that you found me just in time to save me from the clutches of Allen's