Chapter 1

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           Hello and welcome to my new novel; Miss Alexandria. You may be reading this and start thinking; "wait... this sounds just like the Proposal movie with Sandra Bullok and Ryan Reynolds." I promise, it is not exactly like that movie (although it was a really good movie.). It is kind of sounding like the movie right now because of the whole "losing job thing".

        I apologize ahead of time if my chapter updates are not regular and not very long either. I am really trying to juggle volleyball, a new school, and work right now. So, I'm sorry if I end up going over a week for an update.

        If you ever see that I haven't updated for more than twelve days, please shoot me a message whether it's on Wattpad or email.

        I really hope you enjoy this book and I am still trying to figure out the main characters right now... so as of now, there will not be any descriptions of the characters. I am searching long and hard for good actors and actresses to play the roles of the people.

        Thank you so much again!

                        Have a great read!

                                ~Lexi Jordan

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Chapter 1

Grabbing my briefcase and coffee mug from the center console of the mercedes, I clicked my way up to the golden staircases of New York’s largest company; World Living and News.  A smile plays on my lips as I march my way through my very own castle, the kingdom I ruled.  

“Morning Carolyn,” I grinned at the grayed haired lady sitting in her black leather swivel chair, typing charts and producing new outlooks on further expansions.  Her graying head shot up to look me straight in the eyes, her face solemn as she saluted me a good morning.  

I enjoyed running this company.  I was president over the board and boss of pretty much everyone that has ever worked in this company.  My job is as the CEO, the chairman, or whatever you want to call it, was to… well take care of everything.  The clicking of my heels echoed through the silencing hallways as I briskly walked to my office.  Quick pattering of feet behind me began as I neared my doorway.

“Good morning miss Jensen, the ma-”

“Wilson, where’s my coffee?”

There was a faint catch in breath as the man quickened his short steps to match mine.

“In your hand miss?”

“My fresh coffee, Wilson.”  I handed my mug to him, continuing my paces to my desk and opening the emails from surrounding businesses.  

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