"Dramas are so overrated." Welcome to the upper east side, my dear. Parties, drugs, and sex - are you ready? Don't have to worry about anything when your pockets are loaded, but hold on, not in this world you don't.
Meet Charlotte Chaste. She is not...
I sighed at the thought of wanting to remember everything so bad. I hope my parents are here with me so they can tell me everything I needed to know and help me. But no, I'm all alone right now.
"Attention to all passengers, we will shortly be descending so we ask you all to please fasten your seat-belts. Thank you." The pilot announced.
"Here goes nothing." I mumbled to myself.
I arrived at the building which seemed to be my old penthouse. I opened the door and gasped. "Wow, this place is really nice!" I yelped to myself. I can't believe this penthouse belongs to me. Well, better unpack now if I wanted to be more productive.
(Remember this place?)
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After hours of unpacking my clothes and stuffs, I'm finally finished - with the help of my newly hired household staffs of course. I started calling an old friend of my parents who seemed to be running big in the business circle. Trust me, I don't know who he is but I saw his name on my dad's profile. "Hey Mr Wilson, this is Charlotte Chaste." I said when someone picked up.
"Yes, that'll be great. I'll see you then." I nodded while smiling to myself. I hung up and jumped in excitement. I sighed when realization hit me - My parents are dead and I'm all alone.
I stepped in the coffee shop where I'll be meeting Mr Wilson. He automatically stood up when he saw me. "Charlotte dear, it's nice to see you again."
"Mr Wilson, thank you for accepting my invitation." I smiled and sat down. He ordered us some coffee and smiled at me. "Oh, I heard about your parents, I'm sorry to hear that."
I nodded my head and sadly said. "It was really unfortunate..." I sighed and felt tears started to build up. I'm here to talk business not to cry and be weak again in front of this unfamiliar guy.
"Charlotte, if you don't mind me asking but I heard you lost your memories... how are you doing?" He asked again.
God, if it wasn't because I needed his help, I wouldn't call him and let him throw random questions at me.
"Yes, that's why I called you. Since I don't know where to start, maybe you can help me." I said and smiled at him. It took all of me not to roll my eyes.
"Anything." He said and I nodded. "I want to open my own shop, it's for my interior designing business. I don't know how to get a business permit or whatsoever there are needed to be done." I replied.
He nodded his head at me and chuckled. "Consider it all done and let me handle this." And this is why it wasn't a bad decision that I called for him.
(After a month)
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