Her

Chapter 1 - Return

Skylar's POV

*5 Years Later* 

  Wednesday, October 15th

8:47 am

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"Get my fucking coffee from Starbucks right fucking now or I'm going to fucking murder you with a rusty spoon!" I started off calm but got louder as the anger inside of me boiled

"Yes Mam." She said as she quickly walked off

"Run!" I screamed after her, causing her to break out into a sprint

Ugh she is so fucking annoying.

"Start from the top." I told my manager, Nicole, who had earlier been cutoff by my personal assistant, Malarie, saying that there was no Starbucks within a 5 mile radius of my new office, that we are currently in.

"Uhm, it seems that you have a busy day ahead of you today. At 9:45 you have an interview with The Breakfast Club, at 11:15 you have a photo shoot for Vogue-"

"What? I just did a photo shoot for them last week!" I looked up from my phone

Vogue absolutely loves me, I've been on Vogue Italy twice and American Vogue 7 times, not including today

"Yeah but that one comes out in December while the one you do today comes out in- I think, May." Nicole rolled her eyes at me making me laugh

"Whatever. Continue."

"Anyways, the photo shoot will last until about 7-"

"Ughhhhh." I groaned. I hate long ass photoshoots, especially Vogue ones because they don't let you leave.

"Let me finish." Nicole straight faced me.

I kept my mouth shut and gestured for her to continue.

"You have a late dinner with some Calvin Klein representatives and some other people that are about to get signed with them that I don't really care to know the names of at 9:50. I hope you work with Justin B because if we get in good with his team then we can really make shit happen. But that's besides the point. You have a late night studio sesh with The Weeknd at 10:45 . I figured you could leave the dinner slightly early because they want you apart of their line so bad you can do whatever you want, they don't care as long as your making them money. But really that's it, but if you think today is busy wait until tomorrow." She droned on

"Okay." I said not really paying her any attention as I messed around on my phone

"Well let's go." She said, walking across my office and to the door her heels clicking on the wooden floors

"The next time you come in my office take off your heels." I said. That was a really unreasonable request because I myself had on heels that were making noise just as her's were. But the fact that it was her heels and not mine irritated the shit out of me

She usually didn't say anything when I told her what to do but she always did it.

I fixed my black balaclava as I walked out of my office, my four huge bodyguards following behind me along with the rest of my crew. We stepped out into the cold weather of New York making at least 3 people ask me if I needed another jacket. I grumbled a no as Zack, my main bodyguard, helped me into the back of the black Tahoe.

"Miss! Here is your coffee!" Malarie shouted as she ran down the street

"Good Job." I patted her on her head as I took my coffee from her. She sighed and got in the back of the truck.