The Exclusives

Chapter 1

Alaska Archibald POV

I realized something wasn't right when I ventured into my granddad's office in our upper east side mansion. From the grim expression on my dear old granddad who was sitting behind his mahogany work area, I realized I wouldn't like this gathering. Not one bit.

Behind the despot patriarch of the Archibald family was my caring grandma who stood gloriously taking a glance at me with pitiful golden eyes. "My rebellious granddaughter", she likely considers while taking a look at me. I also became mindful of the nearness of the dependable butler of my granddad for very nearly thirty years remaining close to the chimney looking down at the covered floor.

He's the culprit for the beginning of today's meeting. I concluded quietly.

"You called me, Granddad?" I asked, shutting the overwhelming entryway behind me imagining that all is well when the atmosphere in the library recounts to an alternate story.

"Truly" My granddad, Robert Archibald, answered agreeably signaling me to sit in the seat before him. "Is it true that you are finished with your lessons today?"

"No doubt" I addressed him with a grin all over. I sat on one of the calfskin seats across him rationally setting myself up for whatever the damnation this gathering is about. He wouldn't call me for a light visit in his office. Goodness, not my granddad.

He pulled a heap of newspapers from his cabinet and put them unceremoniously on the polished table. I rationally jumped when I saw each newspaper collapsed where my face was splashed with intense subtitles above them.

"Staggering." My grandad chuckled, taking a gander at the heap of tabloids disgustedly. "You've been in every front page of each newspaper in New York City thrice this week. A new record, I may include."

I winced at Robert Archibald's blunt words. I realized something like this would happen the minute the maid summoned me from my study room with a resigned sigh from my tutor.

Yes. I am not one of those conventional young ladies in New York who went to standard schools since the kidnapping occurrence that happened when I was in fifth grade. My grandparents imagined that i should become familiar with my education at home. From that point forward mentors go to our upper east side manor to show me just not scholarly exercises but rather in addition to other things. Robert Archibald additionally believes that I should figure out how to protect myself since I firmly decline bodyguards when I meandered through the city. He was paranoid that the kidnapping incident might happen again so he prepared at all times.

Thus he procured the best coaches cash can buy. Graduates from lofty schools were the ones who regulate my academics while ex-special force officers prepared me in self protection and how to utilize various types of weapons.

I could gladly say that I am quite great in protecting myself. In any case, my granddad had not been happy with that. He also added different exercises to my officially tight schedules. He added coaches for me to learn target shooting, archery, Equestrian lessons and parkour in our huge Hamptons mansion.

In any case, that didn't prevent me from partying with my two best friends, Elsa and Aaron. I murmured profoundly. From the vibes of my granddad I am as good as grounded for a considerable length of time in the event that I am sufficiently fortunate to argue out of the integrity in my granddad's heart.

The overprotective Aaron Mercer, who stood as my guard and partner in crime always, the one New York society had dubbed as the "American prince" with his stunning looks of blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He's the one I'd been with when I got my tattoo and belly button ring as my first act of rebellion to my family. Then there was the level headed Elsa Moreau, the brunette who always acted as my guardian of the out-of-control teenager who invades the city like it was their only time to party, though she's the same age as Aaron and I but she's far too mature for both of us. They balanced my life.