URBAN fiction. A romantic story about starting over again and again, we both know examines the battle of the sexes by asking whether the third time's a charm.
girl you a rich bitch, probably need a rich nigga too–partynextdoor
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SHAI sat behind her large glass desk. The smell of vanilla filled her office as she sat in her faux fur chair going over dates and deadlines for her clothing line, LoveShai. Her eyes maneuvered across the iMac Pro that sat in front of her. There was a knock on the door causing her to look up from the screen. "Thank you basket for Miss Shai Watts." Zuri barged into Shai's office with a nicely wrapped basket with a bunch of goodies inside. Including some of Shai's favorite products. She shook her head at her old company's attempt to reconcile with her, however how nasty they treated her years ago before she took off never left her mind. "You don't look too excited sis?" Shai had became good friends with Zuri when she hired her to be apart of the model scout team and PR rep for LoveShai.
Shai, started her clothing line from the ground up alone. She turned her small boutique into something big. As her line continues to sky rocket Shai is slowly starting to get her stores built worldwide. Starting in LA she currently has two stores built in NYC and is working on Miami. After displaying her line in multiple fashion shows and NYFW, her items have been seen worn by Beyoncé Knowles Carter, Robyn 'Rihanna' Fenty, Zendaya Coleman, KeKe Palmer, Onika 'Nicki Minaj' Maraj, Blac Chyna, H.E.R, Justine Skye, SZA, Kelly Rowland, Megan Thee Stallion, Lala Anthony, Kylie Jenner and Kim Kardashian.
"I'm not. Take the basket to the lobby, throw it away or take it home for yourself. I really don't want it." Shai responded, briefly taking her eyes away from her computer. "Do you at least want to hear what the note says?" She shook her head, "It's the same shit they said two months ago. I'll pass," Zuri chuckled before doing as requested. Tiffany, Shai's personal assistant then made her way inside the office waving a fancy gold envelope. "Ooo oh, You have an invitation to this years Entrepreneurial Gala!"
Shai looked up from her computer and squealed, "Yay! Ive been waiting on this invite." She grabbed the envelope from Tiffany's hand and opened the letter, reading the itinerary for the event.
"Thank you, Tiff. When you get back to your office can you send a thank you email out to Yolanda DaVince?"
"I most certainly will," Tiffany smiled before walking out of the office. Shai turned her attention back towards her computer to confirm the new collection dates.
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Friday, the day of the Gala came quick. Shai sat in her glam room while her make up artist Joan gave her a natural beat. Her assistant, stylist and hairstylist also occupied the room as music blasted from the built in speakers that filled the most important rooms in her home. Her stylist, Kathlyn steamed her dress for the evening, while celebrity hairstylist Neal Farinah curled Shai's hair to perfection. The dream team was the most loyal people to Shai and often held most prized secrets.
