Angel

Earlier this morning

Lucia POV

I woke up in my large bed from a huge hangover. I sat up, massaging my forehead as I could feel a major headache. I breathe a sigh of relief. I supported my back on the soft headrest of the bed. My eyes are still closed trying to remember how I ended up in my bed from last night.

I remember going to the club with my friend who wore a very silly outfit all because of a dare after work from my office. After entering the pub I drank a few shots. And I turned around and noticed a beautiful female in white walking in.

She was led by another female, presumably her friend.

"What is an angel doing in the middle of the club" I thought to myself. It was evident to Steve that she caught my attention. He kept on talking to me, explaining how he got up in the mix of the dare while I noticed that she stared at me. I watched her leave and wanted to also but some girl came towards me later on. I didn't even know who is she.

We started talking, I mean she, not me. I was not speaking and I didn't even know what she was talking about, so I just nodded my head at her because I was not in my own senses because I had drank a lot.

She started taking me somewhere but I refused because I knew I had an important meeting today so I left. I think my friend dropped me off by my mansion last night because I ubered my way and somehow I ended up here on my bed in my outfit from yesterday.

I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, had a quick shower, and left the room. I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen for breakfast.

When I entered, I saw my cook or I can say my second mom who was standing by the counter cooking something. I went behind her and hugged her. Sensing by the flinch, I think I scared her.

"Good morning Mellisa". By kissing her cheek I greeted her. I felt a pain on my arm which hugged her figure. I let out a yelp at that and left her side and observed her cruel act of pinch on my arm.

"That's for scaring me, I have a poor heart, I can't hold your childish behavior," she said that because I was pouting at her. "And good morning dear" she greeted by patting my cheek. And then she went back to serving my breakfast plate.

I went to the dining table waiting for her to bring my breakfast. I am only childish to her because she has been looking after me being my nanny for the past two decades. I respect her because she is the closest person I have ever had to a real mom. She was always there for me whenever I needed her.

She now lives across my mansion with her family. She cooks and maintains the house clean, with the cleaning staff. I won't let her work. She has done so much for me so she only cooks for me now.

She came with my breakfast with one hand and with the other my coffee and placed it in front of me. Soon l dig into the food. She cooks the best food ever. I ate my eggs, and bacon and drank my coffee. She was there seeing me eat while standing there.

"So how is that daughter of yours? Is she still giving you trouble, if she is tell me I know what to do" I asked her bringing my plate and mug to the sink and leaving it there. I turned back to her and stood in front of her.

"No dear, she won't. But you know her how much she is to control" Mellisa said and looked at the clock in the kitchen.

"Yes, but say the magic word and I will do it," I said to her.

"By the way why did you wake up so late today, you said you have an early appointment today," Mellisa asked.

"What do you mean by late, I woke up at the perfect time," I said to her smiling as my eyes glanced up to the clock. I saw the time and my eyes widened by seeing it. It's already 8.00 am and I am still in the house. I have an appointment at 8.30.

"Sh*t" I cursed and ran past her towards the stairs to my bedroom. I heard Mellisa laughing and scolding me for the bad word I said.

I ran to the closet and picked a neat and clean suit. I showered very quickly and got dressed. I am a freak for arriving at the exact time, no minute later. I yelled to Mellisa that I was going to the office and ran to the car in the garage.

I have my own garage with few vehicles. I have just two sports cars, a Maybach and a powerbike which I love to ride when I am alone. My mansion is not too big but perfect for me. It is two stories tall. In front, there is a small fountain. The ground floor consists of a kitchen, dining room, living room, and gym along with two rooms for guests. And upstairs, there is my room, a library, and my office along with the three spare rooms.

Even though I live alone, I have many guest rooms. There is a home mini theater and game room in the basement. In the backyard, I have a swimming pool with a garden. Also a tree house a few meters apart from the mansion. It can't be seen because of the trees.

I opened the door of my car and sat. I drove as fast as I could from the mansion to my company where the meeting was held. I got to my office to see my assistant already seated waiting for me.

"How many interviews do we have today?" I asked, walking in, already tired despite not having even started.

My assistant, Derek, flipped through his stack of papers until he found what he was looking for. "Five."

My body sank into the plush leather of my chair. "Jesus," I muttered, dragging a hand over my face. "Remind me why I'm doing these again?"

Derek cocked a brow and gave me his signature deadpanned stare he reserved just for me. We'd worked together almost longer than anyone, making him the only employee to be able to get away with it."

"Because you're a control freak who likes to micromanage even though you always regret how much it adds to your plate."

"I guess you're right."

"I know I am."

"Well, then, just keep the coffee coming all day."

"Will do boss." He made it to the door before stopping with one last thing. "Also, Matthew Andrews called before you to the office. I left a note with the papers, but it seemed important."

"Thank you, Derek."

If possible, I sank even lower in my seat, tired down to my bones. Digging through the papers, I pulled out the sticky note that had the number I was all too familiar with scrawled across it.

Matthew was one of the nurses at the old people's home where my grandfather lived. I hated having him there, but he wanted to be there as he would be close with all his age mates. Old age had crept up on him faster than it should have because of stress—unnecessary stress. I stuck the post-it to the edge of my computer, so I remembered to call at lunch. If it had been urgent, he would have reached out to me on my cell phone.

Either way, I needed to get back to Manhattan. I'd been in New York for an entire week, and already the cramped city bore down on me. It was too loud, too busy, too…people-y. However, each year, my time in New York increased. What started as a third of the year was now turning into two-thirds of the year in New York. It was bittersweet, to say the least.

But work needed to be done. The New York office was growing faster than I'd anticipated, pulling in larger projects each week, and I needed more assistance to cover the workload. It wasn't a terrible problem to have. It was exactly what I'd been working for since I graduated over ten years ago. I'd worked tirelessly even through college to dig this company—my family's company—out of the rubble it'd been left in.

My grandfather and father had done their best, but outside sources played dirty when my family didn't, and it left us falling behind.

I wouldn't let it happen to me. I played fair—for the most part—but I also played smarter, harder. I had patience and a plan, and with that, I'd outwit the competition who'd cheated to the top.

Which was why I micromanaged as Derek accused. This company—this plan—meant more to me than anything, and I'd do whatever it took to succeed. Even if it meant tirelessly interviewing each candidate myself.

I had needed four new employees initially. Four were already filled, leaving two to go. Maybe today would be the day a competent candidate would come in and blow my mind, allowing me to leave this city and go back to the warm, open air of Manhattan.

My cell phone vibrated, and a name I know too well crossed the screen.