Marie Sanchez Novels & Stories

Rachel West said it ironically, James Smith stared at her coldly, and suddenly felt that this woman had really changed a lot. She had never spoken to him in such a sarcastic tone before. In front of him, she has always been flattering. Now her sarcastic and alienated attitude really made him a little uncomfortable, even a little annoyed. Just then, his phone rang suddenly, it was Max Holland. "Mr. Smith, Linda Park's boss, has been found out, her name is Lana Lance. She used to be a little-known actor. Later, she opened a studio and signed Linda Park, but Lana Lance didn't know much about the contract."

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

I open my mouth to say something, but someone beats me to it. “ April, Santino is looking for you,” A maid calls her, and I finally learn her name. I have been afraid to ask what her name is because it would be too embarrassing to ask for it now when we have been chatting for quite a while. I am happy the maid saved me all the trouble, including the embarrassment. I proceed to make myself a little snack and I decide on a sandwich, hunger will be the end of me.

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

The caption read: “When it’s meant to be… it will be.” I felt my vision blur. My head spun instantly. I staggered backward as I was about to collapse, but I landed on a high chair. The wine bottle fell to the floor and broke instantly, spilling the red liquid everywhere. “How could you?!” Sara screamed. Hot tears started streaming down her face. Her house help, Mariah Sanchez, came rushing when she heard Sara. “Madam, what is wrong?” Mariah asked in her Latino accent. Mariah had worked for Tom for over seven years. She accepted Sara the moment she moved in. The two were not close, but they would often eat together while Mariah told Sara stories about her kids back home.

She attempted to sit up taller, but the fatigue from the day pressed down on her. Susann moved closer and said, 'I received a report about the meeting. Based on what I’ve heard, you performed admirably, Mrs. Sanchez. You carried yourself with grace, and it hasn't escaped attention. Mr. Sanchez has transferred some money to your account as a sign of appreciation for your hard work" Marie opened her eyes wide in surprise. She never expected something of that nature, just as she reached for her phone, the notification chimed. Her eyes grew larger when she noticed the total. It was a significant sum—much greater than she had expected.

She said “Me too, Ellen. Me too.” She added. They exited the elevator and chatted some more by Ellen's car before Marie waved goodbye and headed to her own car. She gunned the engine and checked her cell for the umpteenth time. Maybe she should give up on trying to get word from Steven. He’d talk to her when he was ready. She hoped Zed wasn't at Sandra's so her friend would be able to talk to her. She was counting on the element of surprise to disarm Sandra hence why she wasn't going to call her. Thirty minutes later, she parked a few blocks away from Sandra's house and continued the rest of the journey on foot. Mexican food in one hand, she used her free hand to push the doorbell. After a c

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.