Novel Update
Charlotte George
Martha sneered, ‘Lying wench!’
Being married to the wealthiest man in the country came with countless privileges, including free rides.
Just how did someone as clueless as her manage to cross paths with Shawn Mandez? It was baffling.
Annoying piece of work.
Was Vivian not planning to take any action against her? That fool. Since handing over the documents the other night, the girl hadn’t made a move yet. ‘What is she waiting for?’
“How was work today?” Max’s voice cut through the silence, prompting Martha to swiftly compose herself.
Wearing a cute smile, she replied, “It wasn’t so bad. I just feel sore all over and will need a certain someone to massage my body for me.”
Upon hearing this, Max grinned. “As your ladyship pleases.”
The two burst into laughter together.
Mia had slipped off her heels in the car by the time she and Jasper arrived home. As the car door was swung open by one of the guards, she was gently caught in slender yet sturdy arms.
Before she could comprehend, she found herself being carried inside, then upstairs to the bedroom.
Upon entering, Shawn carried her directly to the bathroom, gently placing her in the already-filled bathtub. The warm water provided soothing relief as Mia’s naked body settled in.
She sighed in relief, earning a smile from Shawn. After approximately ten minutes, to Mia’s disappointment, Shawn lifted her from the tub, carefully drying her hair and body with clean towels.
Next, he positioned her on the bed, lying on her stomach, and proceeded to apply muscle rub all over her body, skillfully massaging away the day’s stress.
He didn’t need to inquire about her first day at work. He already knew.
“Hmm,” Mia sighed in approval as her husband worked wonders on her fatigued body. In no time, she drifted off to dreamland.
After a while, Shawn noticed this, and the corners of his mouth twitched. She hadn’t even had dinner yet. Mia never joked with food-she must have been exceptionally tired.
Frowning, he reached for his phone.
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Two days later. BY Network.
On Mia’s third day at BY Network, she discovered she was adapting quickly to her job-much to her surprise.
Working there would have been daunting without a friend, but fortunately, her best friend, Martha, was there with her-supporting and assisting.
“Hey, Intern, come with me.”
Mia swiftly gathered the scripts dumped on her cubicle desk by one of her superiors and hastened after her.
Upon stepping out of the elevator, Mia’s eyes roamed with admiration.
It then dawned on her that they were on Charlotte’s floor.
This was the floor of the super-talented and famous Charlotte George!
Rumors had it that she was the sole individual in BY Network with an entire floor exclusively for her use. Impressive!
Inwardly squeaking with delight, Mia absorbed the grandeur of the moment.
Mrs. Brown looked behind her at the intern and chuckled, aware of the thoughts racing through the girl’s mind.
“Work hard, and you’ll become just like her,” she muttered.
“Really?” Mia’s eyes twinkled like stars as she shuffled closely behind her superior.
“Indeed.”
Mrs. Brown’s words lingered with Mia, instantly etched into her heart-hard work, greatness.
Soon, they reached a door, and Mrs. Brown rapped lightly on it before turning the knob.
“Huh, Senior,” a sonorous voice filled the air as soon as they stepped in.
Mia couldn’t believe her eyes. In her wildest imagination, she never thought she would come face to face with the famous Charlotte George. It felt like a daydream, and her eyes swelled with joyous tears.
“You didn’t have to bring this yourself again. You could have sent someone-haven’t the interns resumed work yet?” Charlotte’s voice was filled with concern as she gazed at Mrs. Brown.
She held immense love and respect for the woman. Before becoming a professional and a famous TV presenter, she had entered BY Network as an intern.
During a time when everyone scorned and looked down upon her, Mrs. Brown had been exceptionally kind and taken her under her wings. She was the first person who had noticed the fire in her-the potential.
“It’s fine. Well, I won’t have to continue doing that anymore as the interns have resumed work,” Mrs. Brown smiled and then turned to Mia, “here’s one of them, and she’ll be the one bringing your scripts henceforth.”
“Oh,” Charlotte’s gaze shifted to the pretty girl. “Hello,” she smiled warmly.
Throughout, Mia remained dazed. She had been lost in marvel-land since they stepped into the office-she stood before a living legend, breathing the same air as her… It was hard not to.
It was just too good to be true.
The award-winning Charlotte George who had clinched the Best TV Host Award consecutively, for three years now, was standing before her.
Seeing Charlotte in person right now… was a dream come true for her.
Charlotte was not just a renowned figure; she was Mia’s role model, her inspiration. Mia had first watched her on TV years ago-long before Charlotte reached the pinnacle of fame.
She had fallen in love with the woman instantly and, since then, had decided to pursue a career as a TV presenter, and become just like Charlotte George.
Examining her up close like this, Mia realized that the woman was even more stunning in real life than on television.
The city’s sweetheart.
Unbelievable.
She still couldn’t grasp the fact that she was standing in the presence of her role model-live and direct. Wow.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Her heart thumped hard in her chest, and her feet remained rooted to the same spot.
“Mia, pay your respects to your senior.”
Senior.
“Hello, Senior, it’s a pleasure to meet you-I’m Mia-Mia Thompson, and I adore you so mu-oops.” Mia slapped herself on the face quickly.
What was wrong with her? Losing composure in front of her queen…
Charlotte simply laughed heartily, flashing her neatly arranged row of white teeth.
Mia was mesmerized. The woman was so elegant!
“Hello, Mia. I look forward to working with you.” The stunning TV host extended her hand for a handshake.
Working with her…
Mia swiftly brushed her hands on her dress to ensure they were clean, then took the lady’s soft, manicured hand in hers.
After a brief conversation, Mrs. Brown guided the intern out of Charlotte’s office, and they returned to their floor.
As they departed, a passerby caught sight of them. The individual halted, pivoted, and gazed at the duo. After a moment, she opened the door to Charlotte’s office and walked in.
“Oh, you’ve arrived.” Charlotte glanced up from the script she was perusing.
Maria sucked in her teeth, immersed in contemplation. “Aish. Where do I recognize her from? Where could it be?”
“Hm? Who?” Charlotte inquired, setting the script aside.
“That girl… the one who just left your office. I know her from somewhere; I just can’t seem to recall.”
“Oh, I doubt that. She recently started as an intern. Such a sweet girl,” Charlotte chuckled.
Just then, realization hit Maria all of a sudden. “Ah! Damien’s girlfriend!”
Upon hearing this, the expression on Charlotte’s face shifted immediately.