Charlotte Hart is a young, inexperienced individual when it comes to Jacob's lavish lifestyle. She was scouted to work for him, leaving behind some of her favorite people at a service job she acquired through college. The new field of work proves to...
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I've never been to a gala. The closest I have been to something that high profile is probably at the country club when I served. It wasn't a gala, but a special event with the extremely well off members of the club. They came in dressed in attire so expensive it made me sick to my stomach, but it's always a good sign for a tip. The only other experience I can think of is Jacob's birthday party. It also was not a gala, but merely a high profile party and an excuse to drink and dress up. I can't imagine a real gala is any different. The high ups coming to flaunt their money for charities they don't really care about. I wonder what Jacob chooses to do with his millions of dollars left over from the hundreds of properties he sells. Does he do good in this world?
Once again, I was sitting at the desk in Barry's room getting ready for something that is completely out of my comfort zone. I had already dug through the clothes Barry and I had gotten trying to find something appropriate. I settled on the forest green body con dress to represent the company's colors and hopefully blend in. I'd rather jump off this balcony than wear another one of Jacob's extravagant dresses and have all eyes on me again.
My hair was curled and put into a high pony with a few face framing pieces. My simple look pleased my eyes for once. I grabbed my purse, shoving my badge into it. God forbid I lose that and have another strike in the books. I'm surprised Barry wasn't begging Jacob to let me break the contract with everything that has gone awry since I stepped foot in this penthouse.
Jacob was sliding his arms into his black blazer as I stomped down the cold floors of the hallway. Barry emerged from Jacob's room in a dark green velvet suit, almost knocking me to the floor in my excessively high heels.
"You guys have to stop doing that," Jacob shook his head in disbelief as Barry and I turned to look at each other almost in disgust.
"Good thing there's no vases to break this time," He muttered inches away from my face as he pushed past me while fixing his collar. I rolled my eyes and continued to complete our trio in the common area.
The deja vu of colliding with Barry transported me back to the night Jacob had me on the sink cleaning up my cuts from the broken vase. My mind flipping through pages of script where Barry mentioned the incident that someone possibly died and Jacob had nothing to say about it.
My blood ran cold as the boys led me over to the elevator, or as my brain was telling me after the memory; my demise. I had to silently laugh the preposterous thought away as I would be a mess all night. If they don't give me information, all I have is assumptions to go off of. I don't know how cut throat Connell is. He just seems like whiney adult man who forces what he wants out of people. I don't see how someone could be harmed. After all, it is fucking real estate.
"Charlotte, tonight you have—" Barry started before I cut him off.
"— to shut the fuck up, blend in, and people please. I got it," I finished his spiel with annoyance.
