CHAPTER TEN
"Oh no! I'm late for work!" she exclaimed, before suddenly remembering the two life-altering events of the previous day:
Loosing her job and waking up with a completely new identity.
Just as Cherry was trying to process her frustrated life, a knock at the door broke the silence.
She got up to answer it, but when she tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge.
Then, she recalled the man from the previous day, who had used her thumb to unlock the door.
Remembering how he had placed her thumb on the scanner, and she mimicked the action, pressing her thumb against the scanner.
With a soft click, the door swung open, revealing a woman with a smile
The woman standing at the door was a vision of professionalism, clad in a sleek gray suit and pants, exuding confidence and poise.
Cherry couldn't help but wonder what brought this impeccably dressed woman to her doorstep, rather than a busy office.
"Buenos días, Miss Amy (Good morning, miss Amy)," the woman said, her voice crisp and a little authoritative.
Cherry, still trying to shake off the confusion, bowed slightly and stepped back, gesturing for the woman to enter.
As the woman strode in, she wasted no time on small talk, setting her sunglasses down on the table and taking a seat in the chair.
The woman in gray was none other than Juana, Amy's personal assistant, who had been at odds with Amy just days before her dismissal.
The assistant had grown tired of Amy's condescending behavior, feeling belittled and underappreciated despite her exceptional skills and professionalism.
She had made up her mind to leave her position, but Amy's mother had intervened, begging her to stay on and help Amy with her daily routine.
Out of respect for Amy's mother, the assistant had reluctantly agreed to return, but her feelings towards Amy remained strained.
Now, as she sat in the room, she couldn't help but think that Amy's strange dismissal was a form of karma.
The woman's gaze locked onto Cherry's, her eyes piercing and intense.
"Today's agenda is quite specific," the woman began in a professional tone.
"First things first, you need to contact the manager at GWT and inform him that you'll be taking the day off.
I would have handled it myself, but I only just acquired your new phones.
Lady Yo mentioned that you didn't have any phones on you when...ah...you were found, so I took the liberty of getting you new ones, set up to your usual specifications."
She paused.
"However, I don't have access to the manager's contact information, which means you'll need to take care of that yourself, ma'am.
Shall we get started?"
The woman's words carried impatience, eager to tackle the tasks at hand and get on with the day's schedule.
"Ummm, the second item on my list is...," she continued, but Cherry, sitting on the bed with a confused expression, stopped her.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute! First of all, can you at least tell me your name?"
Juana's eyes widened in surprise, and she hesitated before responding, "Ju..ana."
She closed her eyes, trying to process why her boss was asking for her name so suddenly.
Cherry's confusion seemed to be mounting, and she pressed on,
"Okay, so, Juana, what's going on with all these names? Who are you? And You're calling me ma'am and Amy, and I'm getting all confused. And what's GWT? And who is Lady Yo?"
Cherry's questions tumbled out in rapidly.
Juana's eyes flickered to her phone as she responded,
"I'm Juana, your personal assistant, you work at GWT, ma'am - Global Wealth Television show. And Lady Yo is your...mother, Madam Yohanna, as she prefers us to address her as Lady Yo."
Just then, a notification flashed on Juana's phone, it was from Amy's mother and she discreetly glanced at the message.
Her expression remained neutral, but her tone became slightly more cautious.
The message read:
"Handle her with care. She may exhibit unusual behavior, but ignore it and answer her questions."
Juana's eyes darted back to Cherry, her voice measured as she continued,
"Now, shall we proceed with contacting your manager at GWT, ma'am?"
"These are your phones," she said, handing over the new phones to Cherry.
Cherry's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in the sleek, high-end device.
"¡Caramba! (Whoa), this is a top-of-the-line model!" she exclaimed, her fingers instinctively tracing the phone's premium design.
She couldn't believe the price tag - a staggering $12,000 each, if she had calculated correctly."
"For me?' she asked, raising an eyebrow.