Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

Epilogue

Bianca Dawson
Present Day
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As I stared out the window of my new home, I tried to gather my thoughts as I journaled. The view was oddly serene, with tall trees framing a manicured lawn and a small pond reflecting the afternoon sun. Birds flitted about, their freedom contrasting with the confinement I felt.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see Georgia standing in the doorway. "You missed your 2:00" she said gently.

"I know" I mumbled

"You also have a visitor," she added.

I nodded, setting my journal aside. "Thank you, Georgia, but I just need a little while longer I have to finish this entry, two more minutes."

"Okay" she smiled.

I picked up my journal and the words flew smoothly.

My journey started before being in Madrid, but being in Madrid is really where it all started. No one could understand why I frequented Germany a lot or why I randomly transferred my credits to University of Madrid located in Spain and essentially turned a new leaf. Was it for the new culture, different language, new cuisine? No, not quite.

One late afternoon, I found myself at Mercado de la Plata, an upscale supermarket where the wealthy of Madrid shopped. Growing up I quickly realized, persons with money or wealth in general, all shopped at the same places, lived in the same areas, their kids went to the same school and socialized mainly with those of that same caliber, they vacationed at the same places and more.

It was not easy to infiltrate that, unless you of course become a billionaire over night and even then sometimes they still may not consider you as one of them. Old money vs new money, however if you're team no money you'll always be the outsider looking for a way in.

I had done my research and knew this was where Denise Bellingham, Jude's mother, often shopped. I frequented the store a lot, knowing it could lead to an encounter.

The day came, and my persistence paid off. As I browsed the imported cheese section, I overheard a conversation that would change my life. Two women were chatting nearby, their voices carrying a sense of familiarity and affluence. One of them was none other than Denise Bellingham.

My heart skipped a beat. I had finally done it, I had crafted a way to ensure she never forgets me in the best way possible for a moment like this but as I eavesdropped I realized there might not be a need for what I had planned.

"Denise, how are you managing with everything? Still looking for new staff?" the other woman asked.

Denise sighed. "Yes, it's been challenging. We need trustworthy people, but finding the right persons hasn't been easy. I need to figure it out soon because I leave on the 20th which means a decision has to be made by the 19th, Jude won't have the time after either"

The other woman nodded sympathetically. "Have you considered using Gran Elite Services? I got my chef and house staff through them. They're very thorough and have high standards."

"Gran Elite Services, you say? I'll look into it. Thanks for the recommendation," Denise replied.

I pretended to be deeply interested in a wheel of brie, but my mind was racing. That was my chance. I had to seize it. That night, I went home and spent hours researching Gran Elite Services. They were a top-tier agency, known for their rigorous vetting process and high-profile clients. It was a long shot, but I had to try.

I filled out the application carefully, detailing my experience and emphasizing my dedication and reliability. The process was indeed lengthy and thorough. They required background checks, references, and a series of interviews. But I was determined. I knew this was my opportunity it was
wide but it was a close shot to getting closer to Jude, to become a part of his world without the help of anyone but my own.