Liesel DuBorque opened her striking violet eyes to the blinding light streaming in from the French windows directly opposite her bed. She blinked uncomfortably, groaning under her breath and throwing her ivory, pure silk covers over her head, snuggling back into the warmth.
She dreaded going to work that morning. Paul, her boss, had been riding her into frenzy with the mountain loads of chores he'd been giving her. And not just secretary type work, but the kind of work a maid or personal assistant would likely cover. Yet, she couldn't complain. The job gave her amazing opportunities, and she loved the fact that she'd gotten it without her fathers help. He'd let her have this small victory, but still insisted on paying for the Penthouse Suite she shared with her best and oldest friend Kerrington Summers, complete with exquisite vintage furniture, and the bills mysteriously never seemed to make it to her mail slot.
Liesel peeked her head above the covers, peering into the dazzling sunshine before mumbling incoherent obscenities under her breath. She pushed back the covers in one fluid movement, revealing her long slender legs, clad only in sheer white panties and an oversized Mickey Mouse T-shirt, which exposed her pale shoulder as it hung loosely from her form. She brushed her hand through her waist length, white-blonde hair that fell in loose waves down her back, and made her way over to the en suite. After a quick shower she blow dried her hair, twisting it up into an elegant coiffure and applying some kohl to her exotic, thickly lashed eyes. Still wrapped in her towel, she walked swiftly to her walk-in wardrobe, picking out a waist-high leather skirt, a corporate-looking white blouse and a pair of 4" Manolo Blahnik platforms. Liesel strode out to the living room, grabbing her purse and keys from the coffee table and her black trench coat from the hook by the door. She shouted a quick goodbye to Kerri, who was likely still fast asleep in her room, and made her way out into the hallway.
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Liesel pulled up to the sophisticated glass sky scraper in her silver Aston Martin DBS, a gift from her father on her 25th birthday just a week ago, and looked up in awe at the towering construction. Paul had sent her to deliver some files to his newest client, a Mr. Biyen Black from Black Corporations. After watching Liesel's blank stare at the mention of the company, Paul exasperatedly informed her that Black Corporations was a family owned business possessing a chain of very exclusive hotels across the country, and were an extremely wealthy and powerful family. He'd also filled her in that Mr. Black's oldest son, Chaska Black, was soon to take over the business due to Mr. Black's looming old age.
Liesel had grudgingly done as she was told, driving into the depths of the city and receiving awe-struck stares from onlookers at her ostentatious ride, causing Liesel to blush crimson red all the way to her roots. She was going to murder her father.
Finally she approached a graceful glass building that seemed to reach to the heavens, where the letters BC were intertwined elegantly together at the entrance. She parked her car into one of the secluded 'Members Only' parking spaces, flashing Paul's member card at the valet.
She had an odd, slightly unnerving feeling of apprehension as she walked swiftly over to the tinted glass doors, a warm breeze ruffled her blouse and she shivered involuntary, looking around her but finding nothing but shadows in the darkness. Chastising herself for being so childish, she hurried on her way, only pausing to let the towering glass doors slide open automatically.
She was greeted by a refreshingly cool blast of cold air as she looked about the foyer, spying the receptionist's desk, she quickly made her way over to it, in a hurry to get home, have a nice relaxing bath and hop into bed.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully, "Um, I'm Liesel DuBorque, I'm here to see Mr. Black. I have some important files from Paul Hastings for him."
The receptionist appraised her in a condescending way before nodding vaguely, pressing her finger on the intercom she said in an extremely annoying nasally voice, "Mr. Black, a Ms. DuBorque is here to see you."
