Chapter 1
Penelope Petrov POV
“Ugh I truly hate people” I am not usually a morning person especially when Ken my bodyguard decides to not bring me my coffee.
“Do you even have an excuse as to why I do not have a steaming hot black coffee?” I am getting annoyed by the second.
“I honestly forgot especially since you told me to drop off your latest victims body off in the river. So getting your coffee was not exactly on my mind”
I look at Ken a man that has probably raised me since birth and still looks like he is at least thirty and not fifty. I always thought that Ken was a nice person to look at because even with the scars he has obtained from most likely protecting me or my family he still looks good. I wonder why his wife left him.
“Fine Ken I will pick it up myself just bring my car out front” If I could just literally kill every single person inside of Starbucks because they don’t deliver I would.
A lot of people consider me to be hot headed and extremely temperamental but I just do not think that is the case. It’s just that people do things that they most likely know will upset me or do not think it will upset me and it does. I look in the mirror after getting dressed cold blank eyes, blazing orange hair, and with the height of 5′4 I am still intimidating and bring on fear to those I want.
I get ready to leave because I just want to get my coffee so I can start my day. I walk past my office and see the piling paperwork that I have to get to finishing up by today because I have to travel to Italy tomorrow for a negotiation.
“See you when I see you Ken.” I hop in my car which I consider to be my baby and drive to Starbucks. It only takes about 10 minutes to arrive.
As soon as I walk in my nose is assaulted by the beautiful aroma called coffee. All the workers there stare at me in freight which makes me laugh because they are most likely scared of losing their jobs.
I only stand in line for only a few minutes and when I get to the front to order my coffee I saw a young lady staring at me with so much fear I thought she was going to pass out but that does not stop me from getting quickly annoyed. She must have sensed my annoyance and stuttered out a call to another worker to take my order. The person I saw in front of me could only be described with one word.
Angelic.
