"Angie, what the fuck?"
"Hander, do not swear in front of my son!"
"He's eight-months-old. He doesn't understand my anger," he stated and sat back in his chair. "How the hell did you do it?"
Angelina started talking, but Hander interruped her shortly after.
"I don't even care. Don't bother. We have a new job for you."
"Now?" she asked with surprise.
"Tomorrow, actually. You're starting tomorrow."
"Who's the client?" Angelina asked her boss.
"This time - a celebrity. It's Brad Pitt we're talking about."
"Oh, shit."
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"Am I at least going to keep my name? I can't be Belarmina again. I used to forget it. And, as you can probably tell, I can't pronounce it properly.", Angelina asked while Gigi was positioning a blonde wig on her head. "This is so boring."
"I know nothing, honestly. Orton will tell you that," she sighed.
"I would say your sigh is because of this piece of crap on my head," Angie said while checking out her hair with a rather sullen expression, "but it is Hander, right?"
"Of course. I prefer to talk about you," Gigi tried to change the subject.
"No, you just don't like to talk about your feelings. That's not the same as prefering to talk about me. I respect you. I won't ask any questions. What is there even to talk about me?"
"Well, Brad Pitt might be something to talk about."
"I am going to have this conversation with you unwillingly. Yes, he's my new client."
"I am hearing you hate him for some reason."
"No." Gigi made her smile maliciously. "I just hate his wife."
"And why is that?"
"No reason. I just know her quite well."
"That is a reason."
That was a reason. But she didn't let it ruin her day. Her little baby boy was sleeping in the next room and she was getting a major appearance transformation. Though she liked only one of those reasons-to-be-happy, she swore nothing would make her angry today.
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A week before she had adopted an orphan from Cambodia. She'd been planning that without anyone knowing, not even her mother. So on a trip back to Los Angeles she visited her in Illinois with her first child.
"I wanted to see you have at least one before I die," Marcheline told her daughter.
It made Angelina really sad. She was looking at her mother with such sadness. Marcheline had recently been diagnosed with ovarian cancer over a year before and had returned to her home town in Illinois since.
"Mom, I am going to have many more. You are not going to die, don't say that," Angelina replied to her mother. No one knew how much time she had, but it was at least three more years. James, Marcheline's eldest child, was also around all the time.
"Angie, let's face reality. We live about as many years as God has given us. Anything can happen to me, now, tomorrow, any day." She looked at her daughter's teary eyes. "Be happy with this child."
It was her indirect blessing. She was right. It applies to all people. Death might be just around the corner. Scare it off with your happiness.
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After Gigi finished Angelina's make up, she couldn't believe what she was turned into. From head to toe dressed in white, her blonde wig perfectly positioned and scarlet red lips. It was far away from her usual all-black look.
"You do magic, Gigi. This it not me." Angelina looked at herself in the mirror.
"It might take you some time to get used to that wig. Remember, the team is going to be wherever you are, including me, so you can come to me before official visits. It should stand still at least one day."
"Got it. Thanks. Hander will be amazed."
Gigi looked down, looking angry. "He will, indeed. He prefers women with blonde hair."
"Oh, G," Angelina smiled to her. "He loves you."
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The same moment she entered the other room, two men came down the stairs. They didn't say anything, they just sat down in the dark, smoky corner of the club. It was clear that behind those shady glasses, it was Brad Pitt himself. And the man dressed in a black suit was his bodyguard. Hander was sure about that. He'd been investigating everyone close to the man they're interested in.
He finally approached Brad. "Good evening, Sir."
"Brad," he introduced himself, as if no one in the room knew who he was. "You must be Hander."
"Yes, yes I am. Hander Orton. May I sit?" Hander asked politely.
"Sure. You invited me," Brad smiled back at Hander who seemed starstruck.
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When they ordered drinks, Angelina came out and directly went to the bar, where she sat.
Brad looked at her for some time and then joined her. "So we meet again."
Angelina looked at him seductively, but refused to answer. Instead, she drank a bit of her whiskey and spilled the rest on his pants. "We do, Brad.", she looked at him seriously. "And this time I am even more dangerous."
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*THIS IS NOT FULLY TRUE, MANY THINGS DO NOT MATCH THE FACTS ABOUT ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS!
*It doesn't say Angelina Jolie plays herself because she's not a celebrity in this fanfiction, only Brad Pitt is.
*There is no Jennifer Aniston in this fanfiction, Brad's wife is Jade Nolte, a fictional character.
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