Overcoming Struggles with a Billionaire

Chapter 1: Meeting Up

Authors Note: This is my first story on WattPad but not my first time writing. Please forgive any errors I have made it's a semi-editted version. I am open for suggestions but I have a lot of ideas. Please give my story a chance. My story is different POVs.
Pics of Marissa and Alessandra
Video is how Kara sees herself. It's Alessia Cara- Here

Kara's POV

Sometimes I just want to go hide away in a box somewhere. Today would be one of those days. I am Kara Westbrook a biracial 25 year old personal shopper for Saks Fifth Avenue. Well I can't forget some of the celebrities that I also cater to. Some of the people are actors, athletes, business moguls, and let's not forget your rich housewives. I don't discriminate on who I work for as long as their cash is green and I'm respected. Don't get me wrong money is not what I care about at all. It's my younger sister Marissa that I don't want to ever want for anything. She is my light in that cold tunnel we call life. Enough with that mussy stuff and more about my life. I honestly love my job in fact I have loved fashion my entire life. I remember sitting in my room dreaming of runways while my stepfather would be screaming at my mom. I didn't really think I would be working with fashion when I grew up but here I am. He would always be yelling about something but it was mainly how he married a black women and he was a white man . That she couldn't cook or stupid. It was a very bad atmosphere but I always made sure Marissa didn't get hurt. Well I tried to keep her from getting hurt but sometimes you can't be everywhere. So now I work hard and deal with anybody to keep her protected.

Well we will never return back to the ways if I can ever help it. My clients and Saks make sure of that. My sister is always asking me to be on the lookout when I'm at work for some of her favorite celebrities. She wants me to go into the security room to watch cameras all day. She is just too much sometimes but I remind her most of my clients have my restricted to NDAs. You know the guy that has mistresses and don't want his wife to know. So I can't tell her much really even though she tries to get me too. Then I remember they are the ones that pay for our clothes, a roof over our head and let's not forget Rissa's cheerleading.

My biggest and best client by far is Allen Shaw Billionaire CEO. Mr. Shaw alone would keep me from ever being poor again. Even though I have never met him I am always supplying him with oodles of clothes. It can be every day that I send new things and the styles all range. I being me though always see them on a girl he's with when I'm skimming magazines and newspapers. Can't say much about but I can't pick out clothes. In fact I live by Coco's words of dress like your meeting your worst enemy today. He is why I am having one of those days. He placed a big order that needs to be delivered today in a size 2 which most things come in so hard picking what I want to send. He expects the best so it' s causing a migraine.

So here I am in my black and white Sheath Dress with Christian Louboutin stiletto caged sandals searching for lingerie. I would love to meet the girls who wear the superb clothes I pick sometimes. Rust me I meet a lot of my clients face to face but Mr. Shaw is so aloof that I don't even deliver them to his house. It's always picked up by one of his security guys. I know them better than him because I see them so much.

When I'm headed to the shoe section my iPhone 6 starts buzzing. Speaking of the devil its Mr. Shaw himself.

"Hi Mr. Shaw how can I help you today?" His rich strong voice comes through my phone like hot caramel. I might not see the man but I know his voice oh soooo well.

"Ms. Westbrook I would like to cancel the order I placed. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it has caused you. You will still get paid for your services"

First I'm seething anger right now. Secondly I just wasted 2 hours going through all new inventory to provide him with only the best. On the up side I'm still getting paid and there are a few pieces that I pulled that were just fab-u-lous! Then Rissa's school has homecoming tonight so I don't have to spend any more time on this.