Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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I throw my phone down with so much force it bounces off my desk to the floor. It starts vibrating again but I leave it be. I know who it will be - the person who I just hung up on of course.
My father.
His health has caused him to progress into an early retirement, his recent phone call informing me that I need to step up and take over the family business. Something I said I wouldn't do from the start.
He still pushes for it though, hence why I cut the call off. No point in arguing my way when he won't hear a thing from me.
I have enough pressure dealing with all the business I invest so heavily in; I worked my way up since leaving school to be where I am today. I've worked for every penny I've made – and continue to make.
I own an array of clubs, bars, restaurants, and hotels within the city. Hospitality is a good industry to be in, with perseverance and a good knowledge of the industry you can make it far.
I'm happy with this, with the money it provides and the life I'm living. But I wish for a family of my own, a wife and house full of children. Taking on my father's financial firm will only prevent me from being present.
I just need to find someone who respects me for me, and not my money.
I turn from my desk, leaving my phone vibrating on the floor. I make my way out from my office and down to the second-floor terrace.
My men, security of the club, nod their heads in greeting as I pass. I join Brandon and Michael in one of the private booths.
"Alright boss," Brandon nods towards me, handing me a tumbler. I lift my trousers before sitting down, resting back.
"You look tense," Michael shouts over the booming music. I sigh, rubbing my hand over my face. "My father," I shake my head.
The boys shake their heads in response as well, knowing the issues I've had getting through to my father lately.
I've known Brandon and Michael since I was in school, we grew up in the same neighbourhood, on the same cul-de-sac, so were pretty inseparable.
I didn't hesitate to take them on within my business operations, having two men I trust with my life.
"I know something which can take the edge off boss," Brandon smirks, flicking his head towards the dancer gliding herself around the pole closest to our booth.
She's hot, long legs and killer tits, but I make an effort not to go there with my employees. Not just because they're my employees, but because I don't enjoy sleeping with a woman just because of their body. I'd rather have a relationship with my right hand than sleep around.
I stand, making my way to the rail, overlooking the dance floor.
The club is busy, the way I like it. I glance around as the strobe lights flicker around me.
