Novel & Cerita Mage Personal

Chapter 39 …MARIA.. “come to my office” I say during a phone call to Maggie, “why, I need to go shopping” she answers, sometimes, I envy her life, Maggie is a socialite who literally does nothing but spend her parents fortune, she doesn’t have to work her ass out like me as she is the youngest daughter of her family, the only sensible thing she does is modeling for huge companies, talk of a Neptune brat. “I will go shopping with you later, you just need to come here now” I say,

In disbelieve, Maggie took another paper from the folder, and it was a marriage license, with the same data on it. It was clear as a day... Margaret Colt, date of birth: July 01. 1996. Charleston, South Carolina, blah, blah, blah, even her social security number matched the one on the papers, more blah, blah, blah, is married to Jackson Peters, date of birth: May, 15. 1987. Chicago... at the end of the page, date of June 01. 2018. Wait! What? That was less than two months ago! And she has never been to Chicago!

"Water under the bridge, Mrs. Peters." "Please, Connie, my name is Maggie. Or maybe, just mom." My jaw clenched and tears stung my eyes as I nodded. Maggie turned back to the pictures. "You know, it's a nice shot, but I wouldn't mind a new one. Maybe an engagement photo?" I looked over my shoulder, making sure Sarah was still a room away. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." ***

She interrupted him and smiled sweetly at me. "I'm Maggie but my close people call me Maggs. And of course, I give you full permission to call me Maggs as well because you're beautiful and I think I've seen you in papers so you're beautiful and a celebrity. I'm the owner of this place so from today onwards whenever you come here, I'll serve you personally and you'll have a special discount as well. And if you need t-"

Cade is seated in his usual spot at the head of the table. I pause at the threshold, surprised. He looks drastically different than the broken shadow who dragged his duffel bag through the door last night. The heavy bags under his eyes are masked, his beard stubble is perfectly shaved, and his dark hair is combed into place. He looks pristine, impeccably dressed in a sharp, midnight-blue executive suit. He is the picture-perfect billionaire CEO, completely unbothered, scrolling through his phone as he sips his coffee. The mafia boss from last night has been buried beneath a million-dollar fabric.