☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
hi, dear readers! what do you think of this crazy twist!? the assistant becomes the mogul and saving grace!? insane!
thank you so much for reading this far and to you 20 people still coming back for the updates haha! i so appreciate you.
lyss
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i'm not sure how much time passes as i sit in my father's office, fingers clenching the arms of the leather seat as if i may fly away if i let go.
things have never felt so beyond my control.
i know i have choices but at the same time it feels as though i have none. how is it that i worked so hard through high school and college to make something of myself. to build up my own life and reputation aside from my wealthy parents. now to be sucked back into their world and what they've planned for me.
i have no right to complain or feel some sort of burden due to the fact that i'm somehow a millionaire; that i have been for quite some time and didn't even know. how is it that i feel suffocated by the amount of money in that account?
i don't want it.
yet i'm grateful for anything that can help me get jared out of this mess i've helped cause.
part of me just wants to run away, to start over. somewhere far away from nosy news reporters, prying parents, and everything that's making my head spin right now. yet the thought of leaving jared to clean all of this up makes me sick to my stomach.
that's when it settles within me like a steadying weight: an anchor of certainty. a firm constitution to do everything i can to fix this and to see jared through this.
so i release one last long breath, calming my racing heart beat. i don't think i'll be over this shock for quite some time but i can still do my best to push it aside and do what needs to be done until i can process what in the world my parents were thinking in keeping this secret from me.
pushing myself into standing position, i feel a little wobbly. i suppose finding out you're insanely wealthy can leave a sort of intoxicated feeling in a person. my hand reaches for the door and i pull it open, stepping out into the hall.
when i lift my eyes i see him standing there, disheveled and debonair. he wears a different suit from yesterday and i briefly wonder how he was able to change when i'm stuck in the same clothes. either way, somehow forlorn and confused is worn on him like a dolce and gabbana cologne, wafting off of him and drawing me to him silently.
his dark hair falls down over his eyebrows, his even darker eyes watching me expectantly as i meet him halfway.
"i'm so sorry." is all i say, my voice just above a whisper.
