She was thinking of doing something crazy in her life as usual while she was curled up on a chair and taking the wramth of sun.
Rosie Zoe is her name, and she resides in London, UK. Own a stunning physique including a little waist, pale complexion, lengthy hair reaching the hips, and stunning emerald-hued eyes.
"Hmm, now who should I approach whose turn at this time?"She was stroking her chin with her lovely, long fingers while lost in concentration.
She makes a call to Ava Grace, her manager. She's also the best friend Rosie holds. Because she cannot depend on anyone, she appointed Ava her manager, even though Ava was the only person who knew everything about her.
"Ava, can you tell me about the left-behind people who haven't returned my belongings?" The individuals who betray me."
"Yes, Darla, please give me a moment," she remarked.
Raising an eyebrow, Ava picked up the files from the table, looked it over, and then stated it to Rosie.
"Rosy, these are some names that charge too much, and these are other names that charge too little. Who would you want to call next?"
After examining the file that Ava had given her, Rosie enquired.
"Avy, can get call Ford Grey for me.?."
When Ava looks up and meets Rosie's beautiful, kind eyes, she smiles gently and responds.
"Darla, Anything for you my baby."
Casting glances at one another, they both laughed. It was Ava who told her.
"All right, baby, I'm heading in. Enjoy yourself here, and I'll make sure your ditch person arrives at precisely six. You have dinner at seven, so if you don't eat then, you'll act like a crazy killer." I know you, sweetheart; don't thank me; I'll be right back. For now, bye."
She immediately fled into the banglow after saying this. She then remarked, instructing the bodyguards to fetch Ford Grey.
"If he does not come by himself, simply grab him up; regardless, do you hear?" "Yes, Madame, we got it." After responding, they departed for their position.
Ava informed the head chef about today's meal, which included spaghetti and red wine, as she made her way to the kitchen.
Wearing a gorgeous wine-red garment, Rosie was seated and wondering her next move with Ford.
After checking the time on her phone, she informs herself,
Yes, two hours remain till six o'clock. I still have other options. Is it better to go swimming, take a little stroll in my garden, and eat healthy fruit? Yes, the second choice is preferable.
She made a little fist, placed it under her chin, leaned forward, placed her elbow on the thigh of her right leg, and crossed her legs, indicating that she was pondering.
She gets to her feet and walks over to her banglow's backyard. There was an orange, apple, and banana tree in the backyard.
Standing in a yard full with fresh apples, she began to munch. She heard a voice after she had eaten all of the apple.
"Miss Rosie, we bought the person that you wish for." She grinned back and spoke up.
"Keep him well. I will be there in a minute."
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Ficción GeneralA girl who is very confident in every thing can do anything don't know she has been ditch.