Lucky Number?

The sound of a broken glass was echoing inside the kitchen area, not just once or twice but many times.

After two hours, Leslie and Angel had finally finished washing a lot of plates, glasses and food containers of different sizes.

"This is not as easy as what I expect it to be but I am so proud of myself! It's not that bad either!"" Angel had so much pride on her face as she looked the piles of clean plates and glasses.

"Yeah, It could have been better if I have paid for the food that we eat than tiring ourselves washing dishes and only end up paying these broken glasses and plates for sure." Leslie said in a complete down face as she glanced back and forth at the load of broken pieces and at Angel. Then, she shook her head. She never imagined Angel's idea was such a waste.

A tall masculine old man with a chin up cold face startled Leslie and Cassy as they both went out the kitchen.

"Here's for the bother and the casualties." Leslie immediately took out ample amount of money which made the old man's eyes glistened as he grinned in an instant. "But please keep this a secret." She continued as she handed over the money and walked out.

The man just nodded like a child and crazily laughed as he thought how the two beautiful ladies were idiots enough to wash the dishes and paid for the broken things instead of paying their food right away. "Please come back any time you want!" He shouted away.

***

"What are going to do now Angel?" Leslie sounded as she drove Angel to the place where she was staying.

"I don't know. I don't have enough money and tonight will be the last payment I can afford for the room." Angel's face was a bit calm now. She had slowly adjusted herself in her situation.

"Take this little amount. At least it will help you for a while. Besides, I don't think your dad's spies can see us inside the car while travelling." Leslie handed some money to Angel.

"Thank you Leslie but I can't take that. I think you have done enough." Angel gave her a smile. "After tonight, I have realized how serious my father is, so I must make it on my own. I've thought of it many times while washing the dishes a while ago."

Leslie's eyes warmed upon hearing Angel with a sort of maturity now. Perhaps her idea of washing the dishes was not really a waste at all. Her aura was that of an awakened determined woman with a better fighting spirit.

"Hey, what's with that serious face Leslie?" Angel looked at her with a teasing smile.

"It's just that, I have never been this thankful to wash a lot of dishes with you." Leslie's eyes met with Angel's and they both let out a short laugh.

"Then, maybe I should wash the dishes more often." Angel was making fun of the idea while trying to look for her phone inside her bag to take some pictures of the moment. But her face turned expressionless as she saw a piece of paper.

"How did this stupid piece of paper got into my bag?" Angel's calm mood was replaced with much irritation as she crumpled the paper.

"Hey. Is that what I think it is Angel?" Leslie lightly smiled, trying to calm Angel up.

"Yeah! It only reminds me of that idiot man! He's boiling up my blood!" Angel's face displayed a complete grimace while she was waving her hands for air and to keep herself composed.

"You know what, I have a theory that that number is somehow a block, a street or a location coordinates." Leslie said it with an absolute intense face.

Angel chuckled of the ridiculous idea. "You are telling me that it might be an address? Huh! That's a good joke Les! And good thing we're here." She rashly gave Leslie a hug and went out.

"Hey! Think about what I said! I am serious about it Angel!"

"Yeah, thanks Leslie! I'll just call you when I need someone to talk!" Angel winked her eyes before turning around towards her place.

It was already midnight. Angel was still wide awake in her small bed. Her mind was busy locating the number out from Leslie's hilarious idea. Then, she ended up searching for the possible address it might be in the internet. She was about to give up when an add of a certain fashion clothing line company caught her attention. But what made the ad appealing to her was the company's address.

*Block 3545, North Avenue, G city.

"Oh my! Leslie is right!" She was literally rolling in the bed out of happiness and excitement until she fell off the bed. She forgot she was not in her usual king sized bed.

"Ouch!" She uttered as she finally realized she was on the floor already. But she did not took her fell deeply so she immediately stood up and went back lying to the bed as if nothing happened. Then, a smirk marked on her face as she looked at her phone again, revealing the company's CEO on the last part of the ad.

The man was outlandishly handsome in her eyes now. She never thought his smile would be this captivating, making her heart flustered for a moment. The idea was so strange to her, he had met a lot of pretty men but she was never affected this much, maybe because she had seen him in person through his eyes.

"You are a good actor Mr. Michael." She uttered as she remembered his sorrowful eyes. " Wait for me dear. I'm coming for you tomorrow. And I will make sure you'll going to pay for the damages you've done to me." After saying it, her eyes slowly closed and she snored out of tiredness.

***

"Hey you!" Angel pointed the CEO of F&M Style, Mr. Michael Reid. She went directly to his office without any delay. She saw Michael on his table discussing something with her secretary who was standing beside him.

She was wearing her big glasses in her all black formal dress that contrasted her snow like skin. The above the knee dress was fit enough for her not so round chest , enough to shape the curves of her body and enough to emphasize her long perfect legs.

"I am sorry Mr. Reid. Excuse me ma'am. But, do you have an appointment?" The lady secretary instantly uttered.

"I am not talking to you and you are not needed here so leave." Angel directly ordered as she took off her shades, revealing her cold pretty face which made the secretary a little scared as she looked at her boss.

Michael just signaled his secretary to leave.

As the door was closed by the secretary, he took off his tie and unbuttoned his sleeves as he rushed to Angel and grabbed her into his arms. He swayed her to the side, positioned her in slant and slowly moved his face to hers.

Angel was already pouting her lips for an expected kiss when suddenly she fell on the floor.

"Ahh!" She uttered as she opened her eyes from its rest and stood up fixing herself. "Yuck! What a dream? How lucky of him to kiss my precious tasty lips!" Her face frowned.

Then, as she looked outside the window, it was already daylight. Upon noticing it, she immediately took her phone to check for the time. It was already nine in the morning so she rashly moved to prepare herself.

It was already ten when she arrived at the company. There was already a tremendous long line of aspiring models in different flavors.

Angel was wearing the same outfit that she had in her dream, thinking it would be a good luck. Then, she confidently walked straight to the entrance of the company building, just passing by the hungry tiger eyes of the applicants as if they were ready to eat her alive which Angel did not bother.

She was about to enter when one of the securities stopped her.

"Your CEO knows me so get your hands off me." She proudly said as she took off her shades and glanced at the other ladies who were on the line.

"I am sorry ma'am but your lines are too used up. I already heard that many times. If you want to be one of the company's models, here's your number."

Angel could not do anything but to get the number. "Okay, then don't blame me if your boss will fire you." She gave the security a devil glare before putting her shades back on.

The man was slightly taken aback but remained firm in trusting his boss' order.

Angel had been walking for a while and she was still not at the end of the line. She was having a regret of wearing heels in going there. While walking, she decided to take a look at her applicant number and her balance became a little frail upon seeing the familiar number.

*3545

"Wow! How lucky of me?" Angel uttered as she laughed in her disgust with such coincidence.

It was already four in the afternoon when Angel was called for her turn. She was both hungry and thirsty. She need to endure it to see the man who can help her in her situation. She fixed herself and kept her shades off.

The lights were shining so bright when she walked in front of the screening team. Her aura and appeal in her completely no make-up face was putting everyone in the room in awed. It was like a slow-motion arrival of a devil goddess.

Angel was used to these reactions whenever she transformed herself into the spotlight. But these reactions will only make her feel too entitled. She begun to feel the grasp of triumph but there was one person who disturbed her mood so much, the CEO himself.

He was not moved by her presence.

"Is this a staring audition?" Michael with a forced smile interrupted the sudden silence.

Everyone in the room had an instant shock! They never heard anything like this from their cold boss since this morning. Even in the usual working days, he was not this sarcastic. In fact, he only had few words and more often gave orders through letters.

But his words made Angel on fire.

"I am Angel Pitters Lee, 27..."

"You mean the Angel Pitters Lee of the ripped off scandal?" One of the screening team members sounded with great surprise.

"Yes, that was me." Angel answered without hesitation. She was ready for the question because she was expecting it. "I can't undo what I have done. The only thing I can do now is to learn from it. And I promise to give my best if you will give me the chance which no one would ever spare me even a bit because of that scandal." For the first time in her life, she lowered her head to others. She felt that she need to bow inorder for them to feel her sincerity.

She was talking from her heart. She did not know why but she wanted them to know what she really felt, especially him, Michael.

"Show us what you've got." A familiar voice once again sounded.

For the second time, everybody was astounded. Their mute boss was spilling out a lot of words than he usually do today.

Angel suddenly felt something inside her that she had never felt before. She stood up straight and went on to the routine of the audition.

Every step she made was captivating. The way she carried her hair and her body was breathtaking. She knew her best angles and how to project it. She was not just commanding the floor but she was also commanding everybody's eyes to be on her. Then, she ended it with the best shot she could to impress him.

In split second, everybody clapped in admiration. Everybody, except for Michael. And it made Angel a little annoyed as if what she did was not enough as he looked at her with no emotions.

Everybody stopped clapping upon noticing their boss' indifference. They begun to wait for his next words.

"Okay Miss Lee, you can now leave." Michael flatly said.

Angel did not know what to do or how to feel with his face and his words. She did not know why but she was dying for his approval and admiration, and not getting it was a big slap on her. She felt so small like she was just a common lady because of him. She wanted to shout! She wanted to cry! She wanted to scream! But the hurting inside her can't let her so she rushed her way out.

She was holding her tears as she took her belongings. She felt dizzy as she was on her way out of the building. Suddenly, someone called her.

"Miss Lee, please stop for a moment." The lady was shouting a little while catching her breath.

Angel just turned at the lady with a dead look. She wanted to leave the building right away but she felt that the lady deserve a respect for her effort to get her attention.

With a glad face, the lady walked immediately to her. She fixed herself before saying something.

"Miss Lee, Mr. Reid wants you to be in his office now."

The lady's words echoed to Angel's brain.

'Wait! What? A while ago, he coldly wants me to leave. Now he wants me in his office? Is he insane?" Her dead face begun to display a little displeasure as her head ached.