Changing Chase Bradley

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Let me get a couple things straight. First, I'm not here to say I don't have money, because I do. I work my ass off at my job and get paid to look good while doing it. Second, don't wish you were me. You don't want the life of living in the shadows of everyone in your family. Third, I know what people may think. You're the Anna Holt? As in Holt enterprises? If you have to ask me that question, you either don't pay attention to news or business. I wish that I had the option to either pay attention or not like you do. Last thing, don't think that I'm some spoiled, rich snotty girl. I can assure you that while I may be a bitch at times, I am nothing but humble. I have worked my whole life to get away from the reputation that the rest of family has.

Which leaves me here today. Jobless. I had a job, but what you'll learn about my family; Don't mess with them. As a Holt, I am expected to be something that I'm not. I am not interested in going to fancy galas and exclusive events. My parents don't approve of that and scold me for that. Since I was an employee of one of their sister companies, they pulled some strings to get me fired. Can't you feel the love?

Finding out that I was fired because I "didn't live up to family expectations" was probably the most bullshit reason I've ever heard of for someone getting fired from their job. Enraged, I strutted down the street towards my penthouse in my new Valentino pumps. What? Just because I said I wasn't a stuck-up snob doesn't mean I don't enjoy taste and style.

When I got to the penthouse, I walked into the lobby and greeted Helen, the front-desk lady. Helen and I had a bond, sort of like mother and daughter. Helen was a 50 year old lady who worked at this penthouse to help pay for her retirement fund. She has been there for me when my own family never was. I can't say that I ever had a good bond with my mom mostly because of the fact that her Louboutins were shoved too far up her ass to realize that I loved her. Ever since I was a kid, it has always been my brother and sister over me.

My brother, Grayson Holt, was one of the most sought-after bachelors in New York City. It was very irritating because he knew how much he was wanted and adored by the entire female population. He was a huge kiss ass like the rest of my family, but not as big of one as my twin sister, Arrabelle. We may be twins, but we are nothing alike. Naturally likes being the center of attention, artificially dies her hair from our natural and gorgeous caramel brown, to as platinum blonde as you can get. We have never really gotten along, and I'm ok with that. For me? I was all natural, besides maybe a smidge or two of high end makeup. I liked making myself look nice and feeling confident in myself. I never do anything to impress anyone, except for myself. That is a trait than neither of my siblings have quite grasped yet.

One thing all of us do have in common, is we have the prettiest green-brown eyes in the whole state of New York, if not other states as well. It suited our tan complexion. Grayson and I looked more alike than our twin, but I'm ok with that. Most of the time, I try to steer clear of my family. However, there are sometimes where they just can't be avoided.

I have been going against my family since I was young. Never wanting to conform to their way of life, I tried my best to make my own life and my own path. It was all paying off too, until I got fired.

Walking to the elevator, I got out my phone and got onto the texting app. I had about 67 text messages, most of them from the group chat with my best friends, but I'll get more into that later. The other messages were from my publicist. Yes, when you're a Holt you have publicists and many loyal fans. It's not like my sex tape got leaked, i'm not THAT famous. More in the business side of the world, but famous none the less.

Sighing, I got into the elevator that would take me to my floor. After telling the elevator assistant my floor, I waited to arrive and sent a quick reply to my publicist, telling him that he needs to see if there are any other jobs out there in my field of work.

Do you want to know the most bullshit part of this whole 'getting fired' thing? Right after I got terminated, my parents told me to find another job, because they're not going to tolerate bad press because their child doesn't have a source of income. Girl, none of us would have to worry about that if I could've just stayed working at the sister company. None the less, I need to find another job. I hate not being able to support myself, and going to my parents for help would be a sign of defeat and that working my whole life to be nothing like them would've all been for absolutely nothing.

I arrived on my floor and walked to the entrance of my pent house. Swiping my key and typing in my code unlocked my door. Turning the handle, I walked into my suite and smiled. It had taken me a long time to work to where I am, and I am so proud of who've I've become in the process. Looking at my suite was like looking at all of the success in my life, and it made me very happy to think how that this is all because of me. Not any rich parents paying my way through life, but simply because of me.

Taking off my heels, I set them by the door and took a deep breath.

Wow, my couch sure looks comfortable as hell right now. I ran, yes ran, to my couch and hoped on it like a little kid. The TV remote was right next to me, so I grabbed it and turned on the ABC Family channel. It was a couple weeks before Halloween, so they were playing all of the movies that I enjoyed as a kid.

Setting my alarm, I dozed off, thinking about my life and how it was both and amazing and shitty thing at the same time.

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"AH!" I screamed as I sat up on the couch after hearing a noise. Frantically, I looked around trying to find the source of the noise that woke me up and found that it was in fact my publicist, Jackson.

Jackson was, whats the phrase? Hot as fuck. He had the most gorgeous brown hair that fell perfectly around his head. Tan skin, and he definitely knew how to take care of himself. His body was ripped and he looked good in basically anything he wore. His blue eyes constantly made me wish that he "batted for the same team as I did", if you know what I mean.

"Anna Marie Holt, get your ass up and start getting ready" He all but screamed, grabbing my by my arm and yanking me off of the couch.

"Woah, woah, woah. Why so antsy today? What the hell is the rush?" I yanked my arm back and rubbed it where he was grabbing.

"Listen. You said find a job? And me being the amazing, incredibly talented person that I am, found you one. They had one interview slot left, and that is today at 3:30. It is 12:00 now so I suggest you take your sleepy ass and get it in the shower pronto. Max, your driver, is off work today so you can take your car. I'll text you the details, just get going" He stated while shoving two towels in my hand and pushing me into the bathroom.

I stood there, mouth hanging wide open, trying to process what he just said. I was about to as a question when I heard my front door slam, signaling that he left. He was right though, I didn't have time to waste.

Jumping in the shower, I washed my hair and my body quick. After, I dried myself off and blowdried my hair. I quickly changed into a simple outfit of a Sleeveless red, body con dress that had a scoop cut neck line and that was the length of my knees. If there was anything I learned from my family, it was that 'Conservative is better'. But like I said, I'm nothing like my family. Smiling to myself, I slipped on the same tan, strap up Valentino pumps that I had on earlier.

My makeup consisted of a neutral smokey eye, eyeliner, foundation and all that good stuff. My hair was kept simple in my natural 'Victorias Secret Bombshell' looking curls. Quickly, I sprayed my Versace perfume on myself and checked my phone.

New text message:

Jackson: Hey BBG (BaBy Girl in case you're too dumb to understand). Interview 3:30 at Bradley Enterprises. Don't be a dumb bitch but be yourself. Don't screw this up. his family are very good friends with yours. So please, I am begging you to be on your best behavior. Love you, good luck! Slay the day.

I laughed at Jackson's text, but decided not to reply.

Noticing that it was 3:00, I grabbed the keys to my white and black Audi A7. That has been my dream car, and I finally could call it mine.

Walking down to the parking garage, I took a deep breath.

It's go time bitches.