"Do you trust me Remi?"
"I don't trust anyone."
"Why not?," he asked.
" Because every time I trust someone, they end up reminding me why I shouldn't trust anyone at all."
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Remington Taylor is a girl from a small town called Ashland in Nebraska. A t...
Remington's POV: Today is the day. It's 6:30 and I just woke up. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I put the stopper in the tub and turn the water on to fill it up. I begin stripping and get inside. The water is hot and feels so nice. I quickly wash with Confetti Daydream by Bath and Body Works. I love this scent. I shave my legs since I will be wearing a skirt and apply a vanilla scrub. I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around my body. I go to the sink and brush my teeth and I apply deodorant.
When I step out of the bathroom it is already 7. I quickly brush through my brown locks and run a straightener over them because I don't have time to curl them. I apply some foundation, concealer, powder, blush, brow gel, mascara, and a light pink liquid lipstick. I put my undergarments on and then the skirt and turtleneck and lastly the blazer. I add some gold hoop earrings and grab a black wallet and slip in my ID, some cash, and my hotel key card. I also grab 2 tylenols and slip in just incase the interview doesn't go well. I grab my shoes and put them on.
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As soon as I stand up, I hear a knock at the door. I open it and it is Arthur. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and black slacks with a gold Salvatore Ferragamo belt.
"Hello Miss. You look stunning," he complimented.
"Thankyou Arthur," I smiled.
He returned the gesture. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes. Give me one second." I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. I walked back over to the door and left down the hallway with Arthur. We walked out of the entrance of the hotel and there was a black escalade waiting there. Arthur opened the back door for me and I mumbled a thankyou and hopped in. A few seconds later, Arthur jumped into the front seat and started the car and pulled off onto the road. I stared out the window at the beautiful scenery.
"Don't be nervous. You will do fine Remi," Arthur broke the silence.
"Thankyou. Have you worked for her long?"
"A year. She is not the nicest person. Once you get used to her it isn't that bad," he chuckled.
"Oh. So she's a bitch?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Do you know anything about her?"
"Uh, she is 25 years old. She has a sister named Amira. I don't really know that much about her. She doesn't tell people anything."
I just mumbled an okay. She sounds like my kind of person. I don't really like talking to people that much because I can be awkward. I was getting ready to ask Arthur something but my phone buzzing interrupted me. It was an unknown number. I hit the accept button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Miele." I froze. It's him. I don't know what to say.
