Chapitre 3: Chapter Three
Carmen's POV :)
The next day I woke up a bit later than usual due to the events of last night. When I got home last night, I fell into bed and my anxiety of possible jail time wore off so I comfortably slept off immediately my head hit the pillow.
This morning I woke up fifteen minutes later than usual so I dash to the bathroom and take my bath then wear my work clothes , blue jeans and a white plain polo. I hurriedly made cereal and ate a few spoonfuls before dashing out of the house with my purse in hand. As I got out of the house, locking the door, a car blew its horn at me and I stood wondering who it was. I went closer to find Charles in, wearing dark shades when it wasn't that sunny just a normal bright day.
"Hop in " he said as I reached the drivers window.
"I'm late...when I'm done with ..." 'oh I just remembered that I signed a deal with Charles which meant I was working with him now and would have to quit my other jobs.
I dial my boss at the cafe shop and told her I wouldn't be able to come in today and she was really pissed due to the amount of customers we usually had on Monday mornings.
"Don't bother coming back" she snapped and cut the line.
I entered Charles car and it was really chilly. "Hey"
"No good morning?" He asked.
"Good morning "
"Are you ready to go the hotel now ?"
"Nah...I haven't packed stuff"
"What valuable stuff do you even have to pack ?" He seriously asked.
"Ouch...you don't expect me to just move like that without plans and no sense of direction "
"I'm the one planning everything you just have to play the role of my puppet that's all "
"Puppet ?...isn't that too demeaning?"
"Okay five minutes go pick up what you want...note that junk isn't allowed in my car"
"Cocky bastard" I murmured to myself.
I enter the house back and am confused with what to bring along. I owned nothing classy enough to bring with me.
My phone rang.
"Hello Tiffany " I was happy to hear from her. The company she worked at were shooting a serie away from town so she had moved away two weeks back. She'd have found a spot for me but she was a junior assistant writer with no power to cast a friend.
"Hi Carmen...i had a little break and thought of you girl...how are you doing"
"I'm great Bae..."
"Oh you must be on your way to work ?"
"Huh...yeah"
"Okay...have your brother come by ?"
"No !"
"Don't worry he'll show up soon...Becca is still in school right?"
"Yeah...she's enjoying her boarding life"
"Okay bye" Tiffany said. She must have had a little lunch break.
I scan the house and just take my sisters picture. I was younger than her with 9 years. She was a high school boarder, my brother felt it was better for her to board than go from the house. That was a really good idea cause I couldn't take care of her properly as I juggled my many jobs.
I left the house and locked the door. Got into Charles car and he drove off.
"That's Becca right ?" He said peering at the picture in my hand.
"Yeah...wait I never remember mentioning her when we were together"
"You did!" He said and there was silence in the car as I racked my head for when I did. Maybe a year ago I said something, it's been too long to clearly remember all our conversations.
He drove into The Mage hotel. A five star classic hotel that celebrities and powerful people lodged in. As we stepped in I felt like I was in a movie. The walls were painted white with purple flowers patterns on them and at the center of the hotel there was a beautiful tree with purple leaves accentuating the floral patterns on the wall. Charles strode to the receptionist counter and I followed, we even cut the line that was formed at the counter. Once Charles cut through, the smiling receptionist handed him a room card. He must have booked the room earlier on and this receptionist was acting so friendly with him. Hmmm....The people in the waiting line just kept staring at us and I got conscious of the glares I got. I was still in my plain jeans and polo, an outfit that even staff couldn't wear. 'Why do I feel small to these people...very soon I'll be part of their crowd too' I lifted my head and stared straight at them, when they realized their glares weren't intimidating again they minded their business and when I turned Charles was at the door of the elevator, staring at me with a bored expression. This guy had really changed from one year ago, now he seemed like a mystery to me.
"Why were you standing there like a fool"
"As the puppeteer you left me...I can't move without you pushing me so what did you expect ?" I annoyingly asked, not that I believed I was a puppet which in some way I was but cause he called me a fool which I wasn't.
"Okay seem like my choice of words earlier offended you...it won't happen again
"You can't even say sorry" I murmured as the elevator door opened and we got in.
Charles had booked a suite and the room was fucking large...larger than my house. I felt like I was in a movie and my life was that of a poor talented girl whose life took a turn for the better.
"You're not staying here with me right ?" I ask Charles seeing how large the room was, it could fit twenty people in it comfortably.
"Do you have other ideas" Charles said and his eyes got dark...I could see a little soft emotion waved from his eyes. What made him as cold as this...I was damn curious to find out.
"Nope" I replied.
"And yea you'll be staying here...alone !"
"Okay "
"You're living your dream right"
"No!...I'm not...all these are not from my handwork...I got it on a platter of gold that's still too good to be true"
"Hmm...take a seat so I can brief you on the details...pay attention and do a good job"
"Wait!...how are you so sure that your cousin would like me "
"He's a cocky arrogant guy...in a spot he doesn't deserve" Charles spewed with bitterness " Guys like him like girls like you...girls that are tough nuts to crack"
"Whoa...yeah I'm a tough nut"
"You are!... to silly people"
"Well if your cousin was as silly as you say...we both wouldn't be here" I pointed out.
"Fair enough...just know that not all things are achieved based on competencies only....emotions and feelings play a major role too"
"Are you hurt Charles...tell me"
"Shut up and focus on the plan !"
"Oh...okay"
"I found a girl that had similar physical traits with you but unfortunately for her she's comatose and fortunately for us you can take her identity"
"Just like that..."
"Listen Carmen...my plans have no loose ends...her parents are bankrupt now due to all their money being spent on her treatment expenses ....I'll take care of her treatment expenses and they'll let you use her identity...win win" he shared.
"This plan of yours is not a day thought or week plan right...how long have you been scheming this with me in mind"
"You don't need to concern yourself on that...just get pretty and play your role right...from now on you are Camila...Camila Rodrigo "
"Does this girl even look like me ?"
"See for yourself"
Charles showed me a picture of Camila and we did look alike but there were differences between that could only be noticed by people who knew us. She looked so pretty in the picture, I wonder what made her comatose.
"How did she end..."
The door bell rang and I had to go open the door as Charles made no move to do so. I rolled my eyes at this action, he was clearly declaring that he was boss...I hated being controlled by someone so for the duration of this scheme I'll practice self control.
I opened the door and my eyes is greeted with a trolley of clothes that I can't even see who's behind it.
"Let them through" Charles said.
I opened the door to the extreme and a young lady rolled it in.
"These are all for you...try them on and get a fitting done as well"
"These are way too much"
"Think big Camila"
"Huh ?"
"You can't forget that name...you're now reborn as Camila Rodrigo...Carmen Lopez is buried...for now"
"I forbid that...Carmen Lopez will be the greatest actress there ever was"
"Yeah and that journey will begin once you perfectly do your own part of the deal.
"My own part of the deal huh..."
Charles handed me an Identity card, drivers license and a bank card.
"What if I ran away with these ?" I thought.
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