My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Liliana arrived at Green Children’s foundation early in the morning.

She had spent two days with her kids sorting out all the things that they longer used or had outgrown.

Other than that, she had requested a few brands, and stores to sell or donate all their off-season products – clothes, shoes, stationery items, etc, in bulk.

Liliana spent around 2 hours distributing things and checking out all the stocks in the foundation.

She was halfway done when Terry had shown up.

Liliana showed Terry all the ropes and went through all the procedures together. Being the manager of Central Mall of Smith Group, he was well versed with the chops, but getting to know how a non-profit foundation worked was a good learning experience.

When they were done, Liliana and Terry sat in the cafe inside the foundation.

“I have been curious, why is this called Green Children’s foundation? I was under the impression that Petrova properties are named P or Kings or Petrova directly.” Terry asked.

“After my Grandmother’s name – Katherine Green,” Liliana replied succinctly.

“But this foundation is at least 80 years old, and should have been before your grandparents were married,” Terry questioned.

“If I am not wrong, my grandfather took charge of this personally and expanded it, renamed it to woo my grandmother before they were married,” Liliana explained with a laugh.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“It sounds like they were very much in love,” Terry remarked.

“Yeah!” Liliana did not design to explain. As much as she liked Terry, he was not a family.

Terry did not probe further.

After a few seconds, Liliana told him about her purpose.

“I wanted to build another orphanage. This is going to be overcrowded in half a year based on how we are getting the inhabitants.” Liliana explained. “Initially, I thought of adding another building here, since there’s quite a bit of space available, but I have changed my mind.”

“Do you remember the barren land around two miles from King’s High?” She asked.

“The one on the back, where there’s no gate?” Terry asked.

“Ummmm.”

Terry remarked, “You want to turn it into an orphanage. It will be a lot of work, starting from turning the barren land green. It has become a waste dump in the last few years, so there is that to consider.”

“What do you think?” Liliana quipped.

She had no designs to explain. The reason she had picked Terry for this project was to use his reputable degree and his connections in both extremes of the social and economic scale.

Moreover, she inherently had the mentorship qualities and would guide people into reaching the goal on their own rather than forcing them into a set path.

Terry thought for a while as the wheels turned in his head. This was an ambitious task, especially given the time limit and he was getting excited with the adrenaline surging within.

Perhaps because he had studied at a break-neck pace to hold onto his scholarship, anything challenging would fill him with great enthusiasm.

After a few minutes, he added, “I was thinking of setting up a recycling plant for Central Mall. In fact, this is something I have been working on to propose to Smith Group for next year’s KPI.”

Liliana just looked at him and he continued, “I can fast forward it. I already have a rough estimate of everything. It will take a year to complete, but if approved, we can start the waste sorting and storage right away. With a dozen people, the entire area can get cleaned up within two weeks, give or take.

During the same time, boundaries can be erected and the maps can be finalized, and approved. All the formalities can be completed by then.”

Liliana continued to stay quiet, silently urging him to continue.

“The next step would be troublesome. We would have to turn the soil, test it out, plant grass and trees, set up water supply, have an in-house hand pump supply, and so on. These alone would take at least three months. We could even make field projects out of it for the children in GCF.”

Liliana nodded.

Terry continued, “If these things along with plumbing and drainage are sorted, the rest are easy. Funds should not be an issue, since the auction donated almost half of it to GCF. In any case, we can organize two charity events – one for turning the barren lands into Green Field and another after the opening.”

“The supplies can also be sorted. The Central Mall itself is home to several brands, and I can formally request all of them in the name of GCF to donate their off-the-rack products instead of disposing of them. Moreover, since you plan to turn it into a Green Field, we can go with a non-harmful approach and avoid everything that is made from animals – like leather, silk, etc. It will work as a good selling point for charities.”

Terry looked at Liliana to get her feedback. That was all he could think of off the top of his head.

Liliana nodded, “Your idea is good. We could name it Green Field Foundation. Are you sure you will have enough time to handle all of it on top of your work in Smith Group?”

Terry nodded, “I can manage. I have an assistant. We can hire one more person.”

Liliana did not probe further, “As long as you are sure! I will ask Alice to send you the contract and all the necessary details. Alice is my assistant, you can reach out to her for anything.”

Terry laughed, “When you had told me you would give me an orphanage, I had assumed you would ask me to manage one of the orphanages that you are the patron of. It was out of my imagination that you would make me in charge of, well, all this.”

Liliana rolled her eyes, “I did tell you not to thank me too much and I would get back my investment.”

They joked for a while and formalized a few things before leaving.

The next half-year was going to be delightfully tiring and very fulfilling for Terry and his assistant.