Striking Diamond's [Not Edited]

●CHAPTER THREE●

•Chapter 3• REBECCA STONE POV.

The driver pulled up to a huge hotel building, that seems just to be opening. Everything looked brand new. There's probably 70 or more floors in this hotel. The shiny, clean windows reflecting the city lights opposite it, was truly breathtaking.

"Ms Stone" the driver interrupted me.

Looking at him, I noticed he was standing with his hand out, waiting patiently. Taking his hand, I noticed the red carpet laid out and bodyguards blocking people with huge cameras as their flashs went off like fireworks.

"I'll see you after the party Ms Stone" the driver spoke letting go of my hand.

I looked over at him confused "you not coming in?"

He smiled, shaking his head "no" before getting back into the car and driving off. I turned to the doors. They seemed so far but so near.

"Rebecca Stone look here!" People screamed from all over.

If there was one negative of working for King Industries and Co. and being a personal friend to the family was that everybody in the city knew my name, how I looked and where I was. And that was one thing I hated the paparazzi for. Stealing my public privacy. Most days they were okay and would leave me alone but the moment the King surname was brought up near me, they would trouble me.

I finally made it in the double doors of the hotel. And wow!

The ceiling was carved with beautiful baby cupids that went half way down parts of the walls. The receptionist desk was like a bar table. Smooth and round. The flowers were fresh and colourful. Gold was certainly the theme, with the tables, wood floors and some chairs all golden colours and materials.

I followed the little arrows that pointed the direction of the party and it truly was a party. Balloons and candles filled the place as well as the beautifully million dollar men and woman that stood around drinking champagne.

"Ms Stone"

I turned to the source of the sweet voice.

"Mrs Carlson" I smiled at the elderly woman that use to be partners of the company but she got old and passed it down to her grandson Mason.

Her white blonde hair was pulled back to the top of her head into a neat bun, pearls fancy her neck, and a beautiful blue gown clothed her body.

"How are you dear?" She asked hugging me.

"Same as always" I laughed as Mrs Carlson laughed along to our inside joke.

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It was long before the party was in full swing and everybody who was anybody was here.

"Its time for us to sing happy birthday to the this very old man" bimbo Barbie aka Malcolm's new wife Marissa said.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
Everyone ended.

Everybody came one by one up to Malcolm and to give him his presents.
When it finally came my turn, I was nervous because I didn't have a big box like all the others or money to waste like most.

"Becca!" He nearly screamed happily.

I laughed hugging him back. "Happy birthday grandpa" I kissed him on his cheeks as I pulled away.

"So what you get me?" He asked like 5 year old.

Laughing I blushed. "Nothing big or fancy" I smiled as I showed him my phone.

On the screen of my phone was his booked seat for first class and his hotel reservations at one of the most expensive hotels in Ireland. Mara and Malcolm always wanted to go but got stuck raising their children and after that Mara passed on. Malcolm thought he could convince his new wife as a honeymoon but she bluntly refused saying something about the "cold weather" and her "beautiful hair" so he didn't go.

"Rebecca no" he stated frowning.

I looked at him confused. "What?"

"I can't take anything from you, you part of the family and like a daughter to me so no"

I rolled eyes at him. "Take it or I'm going"

"Fine" he jumped out of his seat hugging me.

"Its only one ticket though" I smiled sheepishly.

Fake Barbie growled at me, well Malcolm laughed whispering in my ear "thank you"

We pulled away and he smiled, no, his smirked.

"Looks like my father still has a place for you" a deep rough vibrated behind me, sending a chill down my spine.