"Yes! Shawn Mendez!"
The senior staff is shocked by my excitement towards the mention of the singer.
"Why him? He's young and handsome and girls drool all over him. He has a huge Instagram following and has billions of fans around the world. And to top it all off, he's amongst the few stars with very few haters."
All of the staff agree with me on using the young singer as our brand ambassador.
" Ms. Crawford, "I call my secretary who is seated at the front scribbling on her notebook. "Set an appointment with Shawn's manager. Next week. "
With that, the meeting comes to an end.
Ms. Bridget Banks is not pleased at all.
She's fuming just across my desk, displeased by my decision. I do not know why sh
I drove from work early today.Today, I didn't have a meeting at the conference room, just sat in my office staring at the monitor and picking my secretary's calls.I drive back home and have a quick shower. I pull on a pair of gray sweat pants, a black hoodie and a pair of black Fentys.I walk to my mom's place. I kind of miss her.I get to her house and call her, "Mom?"She's not in the living room. She's in the bathroom having a shower.I make a trip to her room when she's done bathing and dressing up.I open the door and I am met with an elegant woman in a gorgeous red gown, her curly ebony hair tumbling smoothly on her back. I am so jealous of this woman."Where is my mom?" I ask as I flop on her huge bed.Mom faces the full-length mirror and runs her hands through h
Karla picks me the last.We are going clubbing tonight to celebrate Karla's payrise.I won't be drinking but hey! I will have fun with these two little monsters of mine and that's all that matters.I climb at the back of Karla's old jeep, which was given to her by her dad when she went to college. Her dad died two years ago. She was as broken as I was when my dad died but good thing, we were there for her through every step of the way and here she is!I am in a black leather coat, a little black leather frock and black leather thigh high boots. I love the Gothic look I have pulled on today and I just can't wait to have mad fun tonight."Ramon said you should have these," Riana turns to face me at the back and hands me a box. "He says he's sorry..I open the box and inside is a box of oreos and an "I'm sorry" note written in bold red.Ore
I just received an invitation letter.It's from Rupert Green.This man just throws parties every damn day. He must have billions of money to waste on throwing grand parties so often.I read this grand invitation on my laptop, dressed in warm pajamas because it's gloomy outside. I reach for my mug of coffee as I read other mails.I just woke up and decided not to go to work. It's a Saturday after all and it is not compulsory to go to work on weekends. Furthermore, I am the boss!I reach for my iPhone when it rings.My secretary is calling."Yes, Ms. Crawford.""Ms. Clarkson, Mr. Rupert Green sent you an invitation for the grand party tonight through mail. Have you seen it?""Yes.""Would you like me to do anything for you?""For now, Nope. Thank y
Ramon comes to pick me up that Sunday morning.I step out of my house and see him in a plain white shirt and dark jeans, sitting on top of his car.One look at me and a smile curves on his sensuous lips. It feels like it's some kind of gesture to tell me I look gorgeous in this simple white long dress and simple wedges.Put on a long decent dress, Ramon had insisted and this is the best I could pull.He doesn't say much through the entire ride. I just stare outside the window, asking myself a tonne of questions. Why am I here? Why do I feel so safe around him yet I barely know him? Why is my heart throbbing so hard and why are my hands sweating? Why does he make me feel so uneasy? So nervous? Not in a bad way though... Strangely, in a good exciting way..."We are here," he announces.The car stops outside a huge building with a cross on top.
The doorbell rings.I shoot up from the seat and open the door.Ramon."I'm sorry about yesterday," he says softly.I welcome him inside and shut the door.He stands still, gazing seductively at me. Him standing there, looking at me lustfully makes my heart pound hard against my chest and my legs a little bit wobbly.In a lightning's speed, he pins me on the door and lifts me up. As if I had been waiting for this, I wrap my thighs tightly around his waist, our bodies now pressed so tightly against each other.&n
I hop out of bed.I strike the curtains open and stand beside the window.What! Ramon is outside my house?He is seated on top of his car, looking up at me with a wide grin across his face. His white teeth are gleaming brilliantly in the dark. He signals for me to go down.Jeez! I'm in my pajamas! Should I change? No! He already saw you in pajamas. What will he think when he sees you changed into some fancy clothes? That you're Sooooo crazy about him? No way! I'm not changing! On opening the door, he is already standing at the doorstep. He has his white shirt untucked and the striped silk tie hanging loosely on his neck.Both his hands are hidden behind his back. He's hiding something and he has that mischievous smile on his face."What are you doing at my house past midnight?" I ask sourly.He lifts his hand and signals, "
My eyes flutter open.My eye sight is blur and I can't figure out where I am. The sound of monitors beeping gives me a hint of where.A hospital.My eyesight is now vivid. I can see a man with broad arms holding my hand, rubbing the back of it gently.Ramon.He lets out a sigh of relief, joy flickering in his eyes."Hey," he says gently. "How are you feeling?""Uhhh..." I mumble with a groggy voice as I sit up. "Better. What happened?"All I remember is seeing my dad lying in a pool of blood before my mind went blank then total darkness followed."You had a psychogenic seizure," he explains. "The doctor said you suffered a panic attack that led to seizure."This has happened to me before... Some time last year... Oxford University faced a calamit
I just had lunch.I was in deep thought and anxious the whole time. A couple of minutes from now, I'll find out the truth. I'll know who killed my dad and send the motherfucker straight to jail. Or maybe I might kill him and get away with the murder. He deserves to die.I hear a knock on the door.My secretary glides into my office holding a bouquet of red roses. She gives them to me with a sweet smile."Someone sent them.""Who?" I ask, confused."I don't know.""Thank you."She leaves my office.The red roses are nicely-scented and smell so fresh. I quickly take the card inside and read it.Thinking about you, Ramon.Ugh!He should be sending flowers to precious Marisa not me.I take my phone and text Ramon:Me