Shattered

Chapter One

Five years later

Skye

I hate this job. It's so bloody stressful. Everyone that works here just comes to gossip. I swear you learn something new about yourself everyday.

"Arrrghh where the heck is it" I mumble hoping no one can hear me.

"Star. Star."

"It's Skye" I mumble to myself.
"Yes sir." I say walking into the office of my dick head of a boss Daniel Williams.

He's such a creeper. I mean sure he's good looking & he's fairly young to be running a company but ahhh he's so cocky. He thinks if he just smiles that any girl will just drop to there knees for him. No thanks, maybe I thought about it when I first met him but that quickly diminished.

"Star, where's the report you were suppose to have on my desk for me this morning?"

"I left it right here on your desk sir."

"Well I can't find it & I have a meeting I need to attend across town in 30 minuites." He says slightly agitated.

"Let me just..... here it is sir."
Idiot if only he looked on his desk properly like a normal person would do. Rolling my eyes like seriously how hard is it for people to find things. Geez, like I don't already have enough on my plate.

Reading through the report Mr Williams nods in approval of my work. Pssssh like I've ever made a mistake. Okay maybe once or twice but hey I'm only human.

"Star."

"It's Skye, sir."

"Star sounds better, you will be attending the Righatoni black tie fundraiser event with me this Saturday," he says without looking at me.

"Excuse me?" Why the heck am I attending a fundraiser with my boss? I'm his Personal Assistant why in the hell would he need me to follow him to an upper class event. I don't even have anything in the least bit extravagant to wear to this event let alone money to donate, kind of.

You see people who attend these fundraiser events go to show off their latest Christian Louboutin, Gucci & Prada outfits & shoes with there million dollar diamonds hanging off there necks & fingers. They throw money around not because they're being generous but because they want everyone sitting in that fundraiser to know how wealthy they are.

Looking down at myself I sigh because I look so normal. I don't belong in a world ruled by the riches. I'm a jeans & a top kind of girl. I walk out of the house in my bare feet & no make up rocking my messy bun. I don't do pageant looking dresses with thick make up caked on my face, drawed on eyebrows & fake eyelashes. I'm au natural I snicker. Shaking myself out of my thoughts I look towards Daniel who's staring at me like some piece of meat. Shiver me freaking timbers he's creepy.

"You will accompany me as my date", he says flashing his pearly whites.

I'm too stunned to say anything & he obviously takes my silence the wrong way letting his grin turn into a smirk like he caught me checking him out. Arrrghh please.

"Um..."

"The event starts at 8pm on Saturday. A car will be waiting outside your apartment to pick you up at 7.30pm. I expect you to be ready."

"Sir, I...."

Before my mind could catch up to what he was saying Mr Williams was already walking out the door. With one last turn he said "you'll be wearing red."

Mother fucker. I'm supposed to be going out with my best friend Jason this weekend. "Ugghh" He is not going to be happy that I'm ditching him again due to work. And why the hell am I wearing red? Nevermind.