She Gets What She Wants

Typical Rich Kid

  Clarisse Hart sank her body deeper into the water, her french manicured hands grasping onto the edge of the hot tub loosely, allowing herself to fully submerge and reappear after a few seconds.
  The air was the perfect amount of cold and the trees allowed enough shade to not get a sun burn, but still a decent tan. Clare started blowing bubbles in the water and let out a bored sigh, her two piece rubbing against her skin.
  Her feet were pushed against the white surface, her toes drying from the pedicure she just got. After relaxing in the chilly weather for a while, her fingers started getting saggy and pruney, afraid of further damage, Clare lunged herself out of the water and slipped on the white robe hanging on a hook.
  Then, snatching her phone off of the hot tub ledge, it started ringing vigorously.
  "Hello?" She snapped into the speaker.
  "Hey, Ms. Hart, Mr. Hart is demanding you here for a business meeting. Its already starting so you better hurry." Heather, her father's agent, quickly ushered into the phone, then ending the call right away.
  Clare groaned, business meetings were so not her style, it somehow gave her a boring vibe. But knowing the flow on the meetings, she most likely would get introduced and told to sit down. She didn't bother contribute.
She quickly slipped on a wide neckline t shirt and a flashy neon colored mink skirt, and started off to the meeting room.
Stopping when she opened the bathroom doors to her room, she got her pastel colored skateboard and quickly slid off on it, passing maids and guards who gave her a pleasurable smile, then opening doors and gave startled looks.
She usually would have to walk down to her main lobby, one that connected the Hart Mansion to the Hart Corporations Headquarters, but she had her own way.
Clare opened the door of the third floor balcony and got out a net from behind one of the flower pots. Throwing it onto the other side and securing the hooks, she starting climbing the net from one side of the building to another.
Company workers walked pass the building gap, but nobody noticed her, they were told not to peek into the Hart Mansion and ended up completely ignoring it.
Clare quickly managed her way over to the other balcony and quickly pulling the net over to her side, sliding it under a flower pot and walking over to the building, fluffing her curled hair, making her way over to the elevator. She punched the 17th floor and the elevator sifted up, opening after a few seconds.
A crowd of business men paused as she emerged from the elevator, staring at her like they were trying to remember where they've seen that face. Clare flipped her hair and walked pass them, her eyes narrowing.
"Whatever." She warned herself.
"Ms. Hart!" A voice echoed throughout the floor.
Clare looked up to see Heather forging her way through the people, stopping to catch her breath.
"I've been looking all over for you. Let's go." She grabbed Clare by the wrists and pulled her tightly to the West Wing.
"You better go in. Mr. Hart and Mr. Davidson, the Longkeys Hotel representative, are inside." She stopped at the meeting room lounge and ushered Clare inside.
"Good luck and remember, MR. DAVIDSON." She slowly pronounced his name and gave Clare a light push inside.
Clare sighed and looked up to see both men in black staring at her, mouth agape.