Angels Don't Cry

Prologue

Prologue

Valeria

          "Your vanilla chai iced-coffee, Ms. Patterson." My assistant, Kelly placed the cool beverage down onto my desk as she usually did every morning at the start of my early mornings at the office. This would be the first of the many caffeine-induced drinks that I would have throughout the long day and hours that I spent each and every single day to maintain my status as the richest female billionaire in New York City.

          "Thank you, Kelly...I'll call you if I need anything." I nodded and smiled at her politely and watched as she let herself out of my office so that she may return back to her work. I focused my attention back on my desktop where all my daily agenda and the leftover workload was settled and ready for me to finish up with; I had to make sure that the many companies and business I owned were on track and if they weren't, I wasn't going to be a happy woman today.

          I looked through my files diligently, losing my sense of reality as I zeroed in on the computer screen, my ears perked once I heard my cellphone vibrate on the table beside me, bringing my attention away from my work onto my personal device.

           I picked it up on the second ring knowing exactly who was calling me at this moment.

          "Hey Aunt Ivy, how's it going?" I put her on speaker as I began rigorously typing response emails to associates that I had promised to get back to in a timely manner. I hated doing mundane things like this, but I was such a perfectionist that I always needed an eye on things to make sure they were done right; maybe one day I would fall out of that obsessive habit.

         I heard a bit of crackling behind the line but that could just be my own ears deceiving me. "I'm fine dear...its beautiful in Tahiti I'm grateful that you sent me here." She said sincerely.

         I didn't mind spoiling my auntie not one bit. I loved her so much; she was the only family I had left after that accident that killed not only my parents but my uncle as well, my aunt's husband.

          We were the only two that survived that collision, still, we stayed in the hospital for more than a month with fractures, broken ribs, and concussions. Doctors were astounded and surprised that my auntie and I didn't make it out with more complications and life-threatening injuries.

         Still....that memory was so long ago. Twelve years but it still felt as if it was yesterday our family was riding in our SUV towards downtown Brookline, Massachusetts where I formally lived before Aunt Ivy and I moved to New York.

        I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of the hot sun resting against my face despite the fact that the windows were rolled up and the AC was blasting high; a normal hot day in the Metropolitan city. My aunt, uncle, and I were in the back jamming to some old classics by Donna Summer.

          "Toot-toot! Hey...beep-beep!

           Toot-toot! Hey...beep-beep!

            Bad girls!

            Talking about the sad girls!

             Sad girls!

            Talking bout bad girls yeah!" We sang at the top of our lungs.

           I remember my mother turning around and flashing her large and brilliant smile at me as I got into the rhythm of the music. Dad was nodding his head along with a small smile playing on his face, his shades were on his eyes protecting them from the harsh sunlight. I loved this feeling of being surrounded by my family with no care in the world.... just love and happiness. My uncle nudged me at my side and I turned to look at him as he whispered into my ear.