After the soothing bath, I throw my self to the bed and decide to take a short nap. Just then the door opened. Seriously? Don't I have any Privacy? I jolted up.
The door fully opened revealing Mark the great!
His spectacles are gone and hairs are a bit less oily.
"Any specific reason to disturb me?" I ask lifting up a brow.
He looks annoyed, huh! Like I care.
"You... Agh! Forget it, anyways I thought you're sleeping so-"
"So you thought you can lay your hands on me huh?" I jokingly cut him off.
He rolls his eyes and continues as if I didn't interrupt, "So I came to wake you up because Dad wants to meet you in about half an hour. Well since you're wide awake like that stupid mouth of yours, go get dressed." He turns to leave. "If possible, which I'm sure is not, wear something descent." he adds before slamming the door shut.
Bastard!
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At first I thought I didn't give a damn about what they would think of me if I wear a ripped jeans and a shirt, like I always use do. But then I thought what if I become the odd one there? I already felt too awkward, so I finally decide to call someone to help me in choosing a perfect attire.
Soon a beautiful lady, probably in her mid twenties comes. She is nothing like I thought the people out here would be, she is nice and really sweet.
She tells me that I guessed it correct, there would be other people like the family lawyers and I would have really looked odd if I would wear the shirt and jeans.
After a long battle of opinions and disagreements, we finally settle on a blue short pencil skirt and a white longsleeved button down shirt.
It's not my type of dress but I can't deny the fact that I'm looking good in it. She says that too. She tells that I need to curl up my hair but I disagree. I don't want so many changes at one go. We team up the outfit with a pair of knee-high black stockings and a pair of black heels.
Finally I look into the full view mirror, and am about to say perfect, but Lisa,I mean the lady that helped me to dress up, beat me to it.
"I told you I've a good dressing sense." She says while smiling brightly.
I chuckle and then thank her for her help.
She also guids me to Mr. Swift's office. And with one last thanking session she goes down the stairs.
I take a deep breath and knock the door. I slowly open the door after hearing a come in from other side.
I step inside and the first person I see is none other than Mark, with the regular smirk plastered on his lips.
"Come here, let's have an introduction first before heading to the main topic." Mr. Swift calls me.
One of the guards pulls out a seat for me, so as a sign thankfulness, I smiled at him but his expression was blank. Weird!
"So who do we have here?" A man asks.
"Depends on who's asking." Did I say something are wrong? Why is everyone smirking?
"Nice, quite a feisty huh? Well I'm Shawn Stewart, David's business partner." That man replies pointing towards Mr. Swift.
I noad and introduce myself.
"So we are here to make your job official. You've got to sign these papers but before that I prefer you to read them once."
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After what seems like an eternity, we are finally done with the paperworks.
"Now, come let's meet Sam." Says Mr. Swift.
We take the elevator and it hardly takes three seconds to reach the next floor. We could've simply walked. Duh!
A grand wood craft door, similar to that of my new room, welcomes us. As we walk towards it, one of the guards informs us that Sam is not here, he left an hour ago.
"Not again!" Mr. Swift says in a tone of helplessness...
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To be continued.........
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