Billion Dollar Lady

"You know I don't like repeating a word, so just leave. Your services are no longer needed, which means you're fired. " Juliana yelled at her stupid bodyguard. who does he think he was? Ditching her at a party the previous night while she was paying his bills and coming back this morning with the excuse his dying mother in hospital wanted to see him urgently. but she didn't give a damn care because she never cared for once in her life. It is what it is, anytime.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am. I know i made a terrible mistake for not telling you before leaving. it totally slipped my mind while rushing to meet her.

"Elena, tell kelvin to stop pleading and leave my sight now." she faced her personal assistant and her childhood best friend with an angry face.

Elena looked at kelvin, who was on her knees with a teary face. "Kelvin, just get up and clean your tears. Don't worry, i will talk to her, she's definitely calling you back. leave right now. you know how crazy she can get when she's angry. Elena said, and kelvin slowly stood up. He bowed at her before leaving the room.

She faced Elena, "Thank God you're my friend because you'd show me how how crazy i get whenever I'm angry. And right now, I'm angry with you for pleading on kelvin's behalf."

"Hey girl, you know one thing I hate most in life is begging, and for your information, I'm not calling him back. No one messes with the city diva and escapes it.

A little introduction of her: her name is Juliana Rodriguez, the one and only heiress of De mudos hotels in the whole of America. She was the billion dollar lady, and without her parents' money, a billion was already flowing into her account. She has always had it good in her life, and at age twenty-two, she was a pop star, dancer, and model. And who the hell doesn't know her in America? She was blessed with an angelic voice that could melt a hard guy ,a gorgeous body that put men under her spell. love was a word she believed in, but she took part in guilty pleasure with nightstands. she knew people said she was bossy, and she had a lot of crazy names people called her by, but she didn't give a damn care.

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'Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrh', God knows he so much hates this sound. He said with his eyes still closed, trying to cover himself well with the duvet. He suddenly snapped, eyes opened, and jerked up from the bed. He picked up his phone on the nightstand beside the bed and checked the time. 8:30 am, he was already late for his new job.

He quickly dropped his phone on the bed and rushed to the bathroom to do his morning routines, coming out within minutes. He quickly put on a skinny pair of jeans and a white. Gucci T- shirt with brand new white sneakers. He picked up his phone and Airpods from the bed and withdrew his bike keys under the nightstand drawer. Rushing out, he locked the door.

Bryan looked up at the sky; the atmosphere was beautiful, and he thought it wasn't going to be sunny today. He quickly got on his bike, plucked in his Airpods, and put on a song titled 'City Light' by his favourite singer Juliana. God, he loved Ana; She was a great singer and songwriter, her lyrics her always on point and relatable. He started his bike and sped off.

Yeah, he was off to his new work. His name was Bryan Stalham, twenty-five years old. A guy who took up multiple jobs just to make ends meet. His father passed away a long time ago; He was barely six or seven back then, and since he was the first child, the responsibilities were on him. He took a lot of jobs to keep him, his mom, and his twin siblings alive. life wasn't really good to them, but he always thanked God they survived every trouble they came across. At the age of twenty, he rented an apartment with the little he saved up and moved out of his parents' house. The twins are seventeen and in their senior year. Right now, he just got a job as a delivery man from P and P (pastries and pizza), which he must resume by 8:00 am and close by 6:00 pm, and by 7:00 pm, he'd resume his second job at logistics lounge and bar as a bartender.

Bryan stopped the bike in front of the restaurant, "Pastries and Pizza," emblazoned on the sign above. He got off the bike, removed the key, and paused the song he was listening to, checking his phone. It was 8:40 am. As he pushed open the glass door, a bell above it rang out, signalling his arrival.

Kyle, his best friend and manager of Pastries and Pizza, rushed towards him upon seeing Bryan. "Thank God you're here! We've just received our first delivery call. Come with me," Kyle said, turning around while Bryan followed closely behind. Bryan didn't bother asking why he was late, knowing he didn't have a valid excuse - he had simply overslept.