92. THE DAILY INFORMER: THE MASK BEHIND ANGELICA YUAN PHILIPS
That was the headline that was running on the TV when Angela turned it on to see what was happening.
There were the two interviewers and other three guests who Angela knew for she worked with them in the entertainment industry.
These three were a producer who had produced a lot of movies, TV shows and series, the other was a very well-known talent hunter. It was said that this man could notice a promising talent from a mile away and he had several successful names behind him in the entertainment industry and finally, there was the PR director of A+ House.
A+ House was owned by the Armstrong group with Richard as the president and his younger brother Asher as the CEO.
It was the dream company of every entertainer and artist in DC.
It had the top of the cream and had produced such amazing talents.
Every year, out of a nominated hundred singers, actors and actresses, fifty were from A+ House.
It was an authority and it was therefore respected by everyone.
Thus, its PR director being in the show wasn’t a surprise since he appeared in such shows to talk about eh industry and mostly, it was to market their entertainers.
“How the hell did they know my full name?
They must have looked for a very long time or someone must have told them.
I am an angel and want to be remembered as such,” Angela said as she sat down wanting to learn what was happening.
From what they were talking about, they would take long to get to the main point and Angela was in a hurry.
She wanted to learn what was happening as soon as possible so that she could come up with an appropriate defense mechanism.
She thus went into Andy’s study and took his laptop.
She then went to google and searched for her name and there were a lot of articles that popped up but she was interested in a video that was titled: THE TRUTH ABOUT THE ‘ANGEL’ ANGELA PHILIPS.
The video was more than an hour long but she would fast forward what she didn’t need.
The link took her to you tube where she started watching the video.
Angela screamed by the first sentence she was saying to Macy.
“Why? When? Why? How? Why did I say it and when?
Oh my god. Please don’t let me say no more,” she said and placed the laptop on the table and stood up but it was still talking and she could hear it.
Bus her prayers weren’t heard because the milk was already spilt.
Angela was so shocked by what she was hearing and in her own voice that she walked backwards intending to sit on the office couch but she miscalculated her steps and tripped and fell.
Her head hit the small glass stool that was next to the couch but she was lucky that it was cushioned but that did not mean that she didn’t feel any pain.
It might not have grazed her skin or drew blood but it was sure painful and the last thing Angela remembered was her cussing as she went to hold her head and then she felt her heart palpitating.
She held her chest and then lost consciousness.
She woke an hour later with another headache.
This time, her mind was clearer than it was before and miraculously, she seemed to have regained her memory.
She remembered everything,
She remembered drugging Macy and she saw her take the alcohol and she didn’t understand how it did not work.
The reason why Angela loved mixing that exact drug with alcohol was because alcohol made it more potent than when it would have been taken with water.
She thus was pretty sure that Macy would have been affected but what she did not understand was how it ended up being them who were affected.
“How did she get us drugged?” Angela tried asking herself but she could not tell.
She also remembered how her friends started making out and how grateful she was when Macy took her out of there.
After that, she remembered being taken to a hotel room where she told Macy everything even her darkest secrets.
At that moment, Angela just wanted Macy to know who she was dealing and why it was important for her to leave town.
Angela was basically gloating to Macy and at that moment, she thought that she was the one in control of the moment.
“How would I have known that the bitch had something up her sleeve?
Damn it! I swear I am going to kill her after I am done with her,” Angela said as she walked to the bathroom cabinet to get some painkillers.
“I just hope mama and papa didn’t believe her,” Angela saying her mind already working overtime thinking of how to deny everything.
The only thing she could think of was accusing Macy of drugging her and forcing her to say everything.
“Better still, I can say that she was holding a gun to my head and that was why I said everything I did.
I can also accuse her of having written everything she wanted me to say,” Angela said to herself as she laid on the bed.
She wanted the headache to go away so that she could strategize well.
She laid there willing herself not to think but she still did.
“But what if they do not believe me?
What will I do then? I can never go to prison.
No,” she said again as she sat up again and she hissed in pain.
“I need to get out of here. I need to go and hide and then strategise on how to take care of Macy.
I know Andy is an idiot and he will love me but I need to get that little bitch out first.
If she thinks that she can oust me so that she can take the Philips wealth then she is so wrong,” Angela said already working.
She had taken out her big travelling suitcase and she was putting clothes in.
She just threw them in because she did not have time to arrange them well.
She then went to the secret safe that she knew Andy though that she did not know that it exists in the study and she started trying out combinations.
She knew him so well that she thought she could guess his password.
She tried his birthday, hers, his parents’ birthdays and nothing worked.
She tried many other guesses and nothing until an idea struck her.
Macy’s birthday….
Click!
The lock clicked as it gave.
Angela fumed at the thought that’s he had been with him all those years pretending to love him every day and he dared use another woman’s birthday as his combination.
“I even pretended to like it when he made love to me for him to do this?” Disgusting!” She said as she looked at the contents of the safe.
There were several bundled of cash and they were all in fifties and hundred notes.
Rough estimation told her that it was about half a million.
Since she was angry at him, she decided to clean it all.
She then saw a diamond in there and it looked like a thirty two carat and she took it.
She also took some rings that looked ancient but she was sure they would fetch a decent amount in the pawn shop.
She was sure that this would keep her going for a while as she strategized.
What she could not do was use her accounts because she was sure that she could be tracked using those.
After that was done, she changed into leather pants, a fitting top and a leather jacket.
She then wore blue contact lens to hide her black eyes and a blond wig she had carried from set one day.
She then applied makeup to lighten her skin and then added some contour to make her face look wider than it was and gave it some wrinkles.
Looking at her, she looked like a want to be rich black lady travelling.
That look was great because no one would guess it was heron first glance and before anyone stared comparing her to herself, she would be long gone.
She didn’t take her passport because she knew she would never need it.
Once she was settled in a cheap motel in the poor areas in the outskirts of DC, she would look for someone to give her a new fake one and thus, her new name.
She knew it would not be hard for someone to get a name of a dead black woman and give it to her.
A new identity that would never be traced because the relatives would already have buried that one.
Angela knew all about this because she had helped a friend of hers once get away.
He had killed his uncle and needed to get away and that was what they did.
There are funeral homes whose underground business was sell the identities of their clients and that was where she was going to start.
She looked at herself in the mirror for one final time and then dragged her suitcase out ready for a new adventure as a fugitive.
“But not for long,” she thought.