✴ Don't come looking for love. ✴
Jenny Harper - just an ordinary girl, who spent most of her life into changing mеn and womеn just to make them the perfect partner.
Now the 27 year old match-maker faces a challenge - the biggest bohemian in New Y...
"Justin Bieber - the most successful architect in the country."
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Justin's POV:
"Good morning, Mr. Bieber!" My secretary greeted me as I crossed the door of my office.
"Bring me coffee." I ordered her. "And this time make it black!" I told her after her last mistake yesterday.
That's why I hated the new secretaries - everything was always confusing, and there was rarely anyone who could follow my instructions correctly without making stupid mistakes, and I was dealing with them right now, like I don't have other things. After my last secretary decided to leave five months ago, I had probably hired and fired 9 till now. If I didn't need so much of their help, I would give up this type of service.
I sat down on my leather chair around my desk and spun around so that I could watch what was happening outside. Through the big windows in my office, located on the top floor of a building that I had designed at the beginning of my career years ago, a fairly large part of the city was visible. I loved drinking coffee in the morning while watching the view through this window. It made me feel great, knowing that I was the man who designed one of the most stunning buildings in this city, and that's right at the beginning of my career.
"Your coffee, Mr. Bieber." I heard my secretary's voice behind me. I rolled my eyes, she didn't knock again before entering my office. I don't know how much I'll be able to endure it before I fire her.
"Leave it on my desk." I tried to answer her in a calm tone.
I heard her put it on the desk, then leave the office. I sighed and turned around for a moment just to pick it up. I took a big sip of the black liquid and sat down in the chair, taking the phone out of my pocket. I smiled.
"Let's see more about you, Miss Quack." I whispered to myself, laughing.
I opened google and wrote "Jenny Harper". The first thing that came out was her site related to her work, but that was the least of the things that excited me about her. I opened the images that came up with her and began to look at them. Most of the pictures were from social events, basically nothing interesting, as I expected. I went back to the searches and started digging into them until I came to something more interesting - her Instagram account that google showed up. I clicked on the link and it forwarded me directly to the app I had on the phone. Jenny Harper definitely didn't have many pictures, but at least they were not from the red carpets of the events she attends. I pressed the follow button, and then I began to look at her photos one by one. There were plenty of pictures of her and the girls I had seen her with in that bar a week ago, and the rest were from vacations in different parts of the world. I was fascinated by her swimsuit pictures that she had in abundance. I couldn't deny that miss quack looked pretty good. Her legs were long and thin, her butt was well formed, and her waist was slim. Her breasts ... her breasts were pretty big, which made me think if they were real? I haven't seen a woman with such big and real breasts, and believe me, I have seen quite few naked women in my life.
