The Baby Highness

Rules

★The Bold Italics are Narrator's POV

•••Natasha's POV•••

Everyone was gossiping about today's facts. The heir died. What is going to happen? Lindsey, a colleague of mine said,“ When Sanchez gave us the news first, I was so heartbroken. But I like how you dodged the session where everyone was so curious and they asked too many questions to Prince William. ”

Some other people also agreed that what I did, was fair. And while Boss was on the phone, he was so angry.

“Sometimes he becomes the TRP beast,” Ashton said.

We all were having a conversation Mr Crane came out of his office.

“Sanchez, there you are!” He said, “The minister is, going to come at 7:30 sharp. Be ready.”

“Wait, sir! How long the session will go? ” I asked.

“Why do you ask?” Mr Crane asked and said,“ As I know you never cared for the time. It is always the person who asks about the time, who sat opposite to you. They want to run away.”

“ Well, don’t worry. I’ll also horrify him by asking some legit questions today. ” I said.

“ Good, now everyone, may I have your attention! It is the defence minister for the first time having a live session with us. So be prepared. And I want the best from you, Sanchez.” Mr Crane said and left us to do the last moment preparations.

Everything was fine until the officer I met before because of baby Adrian's case came to the Agency office to meet me about that case.

“ Ms Sanchez sorry to disturb you. Heard you are very busy with Mr Conrad coming here. We need a written statement from you about how you find the baby and other things.”

“Oh! Okay. But, you could have called me,” I said. Inside me: “Now I have to, answer everyone here. Oh, God!”

“I have also visited the hospital thought you might be there. Your friend told me that you named the baby boy Adrian. That is so nice of you,” the officer said.

“Oh yes, I was tired of calling him ‘Baby',” I said with a fake smile. (Now make it more difficult. I can already see some of my colleague’s curious faces and little whispering.

*I am going to die today!*

After I wrote the statement the officer smiled and said,“ Well, our police sources had search for information from the nearby hospitals in that area. And as information, no newborns went missing. And twenty kids in total. We are gonna check every family.”

“I also hope he finds a family,” I said. This kid reminds me of my brother's kids. I miss them but my past forbids me to go there.

“I should take my leave, Ms Sanchez, ” the officer said and leave.

“What happened?” I heard multiple voices.

Now I have to tell all of them what happened.

“That is a noble work to do,” Carol said. And others also appreciated it.

I worked all evening collecting all kinds of information I could have about Mr Conrad. All kinds of. I know about him much as politics is the division I work. Mr CConrad is the motivation for me. He was also a political journalist. Once at a national event, five years ago, some terrorists tried to kill the king. The King had his guards, the killer was so close to him. Conrad took two bullets for the king. He was covering the event and were near to the king.

After that, he was honoured as ‘SIR' David Conrad. And after two years of it, he became the defence minister of Cinderland.

He is still a great motivation to me. But if some unfair thing happens, which is illogical, I'll argue.

His son is going to get married to Princess Margaret, is one of the rumours. I'll confirm that today.

At that time someone called me and said, “30 minutes left, get ready.”

I turned and saw a tall figure, wearing white-skinny jeans with white leather low top sneakers. A grey turtle necked t-shirt with a black leather jacket, Michael! Well, he is another best friend of mine. He's the friend we all have at work. But this monkey didn’t show up the whole day.

“WHERE WERE YOU TODAY?” I shouted at him. Wanted to throw the paperweight at him.

“No! No! Wait, I am sorry, no throwing things. I told you I am going to have a day off,” Michael said.

“You! s**t! It is looking like you are coming from some double date?” I asked.

“No! It was... Umm. I told you I got an interview scheduled with Malisha Kennedy.” Michael answered an. blushed a little.

“It was today?” I asked. Malisha Kennedy is a golf player. Yeah, he is a sports journalist. The head of his sports journalism team. And he also has a big very BIG crush on Malisha. But that is like a celebrity crush. But he fought like a beast with others to get the opportunity to have the interview with Malisha.

“Yes, ” he replied.

“So you are looking good-” I said and looked at him. He frowned.

“Okay, okay. You are looking casually handsome today so, she might be impressed,” I said.

“I don’t think so. Every time I mentioned her having a coffee she ignored or changed the topic ” Michael replied. His beautiful grey eyes were indicating, “I am so sad.”

I know why. I didn’t want to tell him. Thinking he would feel bad. Malisha Kennedy is having a secret affair with someone. The guy is not a renowned person. A guy with a 9 to 5 job. I can’t tell my friend but I have to. But he blurted out, “Maybe the affair rumour is true.”

“Come here, ” I said and gave him a friendly hug.

“Oh! I forgot. Did you save a baby? I heard it when I came here. The people outside were talking about it. I heard about the heir's death and yet you saved a child. That is great.”

“I know what are you gonna say. I didn’t like kids because they are noisy and naughty but today after what happened with Prince William I couldn’t resist that cute little thing. ”

“You named him Adrian?” Michael asked and said,“ I knew you loved that name. You still –” I cut him off the middle sentence and said, “Michael, look there is no ‘still' You know it too well.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to get hurt again. You understand?”

“Yes,” I said. My past was tearing me apart. Was last were not only connected to Ian, but something so close, so lovable I lost because of him.

“I should get ready,” I told him fighting with my tears.

As a tragedy happen today, we all decided to wear a black dress.

I wore a black shirt with a black blazer, black slim-cut pants. And did normal make-up. Straightened my hair.

I was ready on time. the Minister of Defence came.

On the Entry we all greeted him. Well, I was pretty nervous. As I am gonna interview my idol, the role model.

“Good evening! Mr Conrad, ”I greeted.

“Good evening! goods must be Ms Sanchez I have heard of you. You are a good child. ‘Being a good citizen is no loss'. Well, you are doing a great job!”

“She is the best one, ” Mr Crane said.

“Yeah good, good. So Mr Crane, let us have some time to prepare ourselves,” Mr Conrad said.

“Yeah, yeah sure. The show starts at fifteen minutes, ” Mr Crane said.

I was smiling all the time. But then I said from curiosity, “ Hope everything turns out as it should be.”

Mr Conrad looked at me like I have said anything wrong.

“Hope is a very strong thing, Ms Sanchez. We don’t know what might come. ” Mr Conrad said.

They left the place and went towards the room where guests mainly sits before the show.

I was a little surprised. What he said wasn’t a good sign.

“Hey, Nat! Wow, he knows you. That is awesome!”

Michael kept talking but she didn’t answer. As if she was absent-minded.

“Hey, Nat! What happened,” Michael asked.

“Hmm? Nothing,” I answered.

“No something happened, tell me,” He insisted.

“Well, Mr Conrad his words are no good sign to me, ”I answered.

“Nervous?” He asked, “Here is Michael's special hug for special Nat!”

Well, his hugs always worked.

•15 minutes later•

I can hear the countdowns in my AirPods. 4..3..2..1..Start!

“Good Evening, Cinderland! Welcome to the 'Discussion' where being a good citizen is no loss. We have Mr Minister of Defence here with us. He is gonna declare us some vital info's. Welcome, sir.”

“Thank you, Ms Sanchez,” he paused and again said, “As we all know after today's misfortune, Prince William is stepping out from the line. So Princess Margaret will be the Queen of Cinderland next. Prince decided on his own.”

Ok, Whaaaat?!?! Not only me everyone were so shocked. I even some people behind the camera mouthed f**k and s**t. I suspected it when he told me "hope is a strong thing and blah, blah"

“So, whoever marries Princess Margaret will be the King!”

Oh, f**k! I blurted ot out loud. Dang, it!

“Yes, that is the rule, Ms Sanchez! What are you implying to?". Mr Conrad asked

“No, I meant to say, it was the rule. Whoever marries the Princess and if she is the one becoming the heir to the throne, he becomes King, ” I said.

“Yes, that is the other half of the rule,” Mr Conrad said.

“Well, Mr Conrad while you are here I have some questions for you about the arms smuggling.”

“The smuggler, we caught him. All know, ” He answered.

“Yes, and he was someone who works under your ministry. But more importantly, he said to the court he was not the one behind. And after that, he has been killed. He was about to say someone's name and that someone killed him. What is the administration going to do about it?” I asked

“He was a disgrace to the ministry. But we are having an investigation. If you don't mind saying me. We are not here to discuss this. And this matter has nothing to do with the present situation.” Mr Conrad said.

“Yes, it is. While King Martinez reigned there were no arms smuggling with the enemy nation. But now, the 'X' nation could have easily invaded.”

“I don't know what you are talking about. The matter didn't get that far,” Mr Conrad said.

I was about to ask him more questions when I heard John the director told me through the Pods, “Sanchez, stop."

“So, let's schedule another meeting Mr Conrad. How about that? ” I asked.

We were broadcasting a live show. He would not dare to refuse.

“Okay, Ms Sanchez my Secretary will contact you. Overall I am a busy man. We'll talk.” Mr Conrad said.

The show ended. He came up to me and said, “Ms Sanchez hope you are ready.”Mr Conrad said with a slight smile.

“Mr Conrad. Hope is a very strong word. We don't know what might come. Good Night!” I said and politely bowed my head.

He instantly left.

I just challenged him. Wow!

“Thank God he didn't overreact!” Mr Crane's voice came from behind, “It was shocking.”

“But Sanchez, why did you change the topic?” John asked.

“I had to. His son is going to be the king. I almost blurted it out. ” I said.

“Oh! We almost forget about it,” Michael said and the others nodded.

It was not so satisfying discussion or meeting.

I was leaving the office when Michael came, “Oy, I told you we are going together to meet Adrian.”

“Oh, I almost forgot!" I said, “Let's go then, ” I said.

I was thinking about 'If the Prince wanted to step aside.'

'Rules!' sometimes unfair means disguises as the name of rules.