Billionaire Daughter (On Hold!)

Chapter IV

Rosaline P.O.V

I'm pissed, I'll say that, I'm pissed off.

The explanation behind why I'm pissed off you may ask, is because of two reasons; one being the building plans for Spain were not forward to my Personal Assistant, Tina and now the good for nothing planner has lost the plans and now I must design new plans and send them off myself. The second reason which could be as or more terrible than the plans being lost is that my chef for Headquarters ran out of my favourite hot coco.

So indeed, I am pissed. At this moment, I am traveling home to Heart Manor and because it is a sunny day and not raining like it usually is in London, I am driving my topless white McLaren MP4-12C, my black hair flying in the wind behind me as I drove and the sun shining off my black sunglasses. Yes, I drive myself, I enjoy driving myself, the quit and the time to myself and away from my work, don't get me wrong I love work, it's what I live and breathe for now, but sometimes even myself should take a moment to stop and think.

The only time I do not drive myself is when I am required to go somewhere important and it is expected of me to turn up with a chauffeur, so I get one of my few drivers to take me.

Anyways, as I was driving onto the road of my Manor House I reminded myself of all the things I was required to do but all I could think of was all the document and contracts on my desk in my home office.

I glanced at my gold watch on my wrist and sighed that I only had a few hours before I have another meeting with Spain to discuss new plans. I held the wheel with my left hand and the other I reached up and fiddled with my gold necklace that hung from around my neck, I ran my finger over the engraving that was carved into it, I fiddle with my necklace sometimes when I'm ether thinking or board.

Once I had reached a few metres from the Manor House I have called home for three years now the gates that I still admire to this day opened, I slowed down slightly so I didn't hit the gate, which is not likely as the gap between the gates could fit a small house in-between it. The gate was one of the first designs I made for the Manor House, it took the expansion of two months out of the ten months to design, I wanted the gate to be exactly like the one I pictured in my mind and I don't regret the time because it is perfect in my eyes.

As I passed Tom I nodded slightly to say a silent thank you and drove up the drive way. Tom has been working for me almost three years now, he started to work as a guard around the house but the employees found him slightly too intimidating, so I moved him to gate guard, he didn't mind, Tom was the one that asked to be transfused two years ago.

I slowed down a little more so I didn't damage the drive way again, because I cannot be asked to arrange builders to come back in and lay down more bricks.

Driving left passed the fountain which took up most of the rounded drive way I flipped the switched which opened one of the five doors and parked my car perfectly.

Sliding of my sunglasses and tossing them on the passenger seat I turning off the engine and grabbing my phone from the holder I jump out of my car before slamming the door shut, I'm going to hate myself for that later but right now I'm too pissed off to care.

Once I had locked my car I slid my keys in my black trousers, which have become an everyday wear now as I soon understood that wearing jeans was not very professional and I only wear a dress or skirts if I go to important events.

Walking out of the open garage door and storming up the path way my black heels was the only sound I heard to the front door I soon also heard the garage door behind me close automatically.