Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟿

A day doesn't go by when you look at the clock. They say time goes by slowly when you stare at the clock for so long. It feels like an eternity in a spare room with nothing in it but the time, only the time. I've been sitting here in this office looking at the time, hoping it would past. But waiting on my father feels like an eternity too. His name is Michael Jackson, the owner of Jackson Productions Inc. I'm his daughter, Amy Jackson. Jackson Productions is a production that sells drugs/products that can cure any disease in the U.S. The original owner was my grandfather, Joseph Jackson. He started this production in the early 70's. Him & his colleagues were studying in science & chemistry. They were messing around with some chemicals that caused a chemical reaction. They somehow revert the reaction making it into a soild drug. They sold it to a bunch of college kids for a little test run, thinking it would help them study better. It helped, but little did they know it was the beginning of their future multi-millionaire business.

After the business got larger & larger, they made an empire. Jackson Production was (and still is) the biggest production in the U.S. Joseph retired & gave the business to his children. The family has been running the production for years. Everyone has a specialty in the business including me. Word by mouth, the business might belong to me in the future. Do i want to continue the family business? Honestly, i haven't thought about it. Selling drugs isn't the biggest priority of mine. I don't think any teacher or adult would approve of that. Besides, there's more to the business then you think. Behind closed doors can be destructive. People look at Jackson Production & think its just a family business. They just don't know the half of it.

"Amy? Are you alright?" Mr. Clark, Dad's co-partner asked me.

"Yes, i'm fine."

Donald (Big Money) Clark is co-partners with Dad. He is responsible for the product planning & execution for Jackson Production Inc. He's been working with Dad ever since they were teenagers. Dad trusts him with his life. He's the reason why Dad hasn't gone broke yet & will never. He brings in money, big & small. He turns small bills into big bills. Dad nicknamed him Big Money for a reason. He lives up to it very well. He's done so much for us that he's considered as family. He's also my best friend.

"You don't want anything to eat, Amy?" Mr. Clark asked.

"No, i'm not hungry."

"Your dad will kill me if i don't feed you."

We both chuckled, "Can we go to the donut shop?"

He smiled, "Sure, come on."

The thing i like about Mr. Clark is that i'm comfortable around him. I feel safe, i can talk to him about anything. He'll protect me at all cost from any type of harm. I spend more time with him then my own Dad. He understands me better then anybody else in the world. He's like a second father to me. He doesn't have any children so that's why he's so protective over me.

We got off the elevator & exit from Jackson Productions. We walked across the street. There's a cafe across the street from the building so there's no need for a car. In these streets, cars come by everyday but at a certain time. Breakfast & Lunch but no dinner. They zoom down the highway to get home in a hurry. We walked inside the cafe & approached the cash register.

"What would it be, Amy?" The waitress asked politely. As you can tell, i've been here before. Maybe too many times.

"The usual."

"Coming right up."

Mr. Clark was sitting down near the window looking at the mini television on the wall. I sat across from him.