GROWTH

Chapter 2

Isabelle
I received an email from my school that the internship I requested for has been granted and I'm to start today.
My first internship didn't go well, people were just popping up on me for my autograph.

I love parents but I hated being the daughter of celebrities. I did not really need this internship, I just wanted to do something to pass time and keep myself busy.

I didn't have to worry about getting a job after school, with a success or fail academically I would still fit in the world  but I don't want that to be my case.
I don't want to be a spoiled brat and take advantage of wealth and fame.

I don't want to be a shadow of my parent either. I want to be myself, do the things I love, help families legally and achieve things for myself.

I printed a copy of the email and made my way to the law firm I was posted to. Fate being on my side today I had formally dressed so I didn't worry about leaving campus for home.

My phone rang, knowing who calls me during this time I quickly answered "Good morning mom"

"Good morning baby, how are you, breakfast already?" she bombarded
I laughed answering,

"Yes maa, I have" I could imagine her smiling
"I'm on my way to the firm I got posted to"  I added

"Belle, you know you don't have to" she reasoned

"I know mom, I just want to have more knowledge about this, more like an adventure, work related. You know how you brought us up"

"Yes babe but this world can be bitter sometimes I'm scared you may get hurt or something" she sigh

"Big Princess, you've always taught me this and also how to face it. And I quote ' Live in the moment and be grateful; happy and human'... So I'm prepared physically and mentally for the world" I said

"Umm I trust you baby. All the best and your daddy said don't talk to men" she said laughing.

"Urhgg, tell daddy I'm 22 and not a virgin!" I pouted

"You're on speaker baby" she laughed again

"Huh? And you're going to tell the idiota who Broke Your Virgini-"
I hung up the call not wanting to hear daddy's mouth this late morning.

I shook my head. Dad was so dramatic sometimes.

Pass byers look in shock as I walk in the little but spacious firm. I made my way to the receptionist smiling. She was a beautiful petite woman, dressed professionally with a welcoming look.

"Hello, I'm Isabelle Walters. I have an interview with Mr. Ferguson Inkoom in the next ten minutes."

"Oh god! Its you, your father is the multimillionaire and your mommm, I love her writes up!" She semi yelled.

I smile not really caring because I've heard this so many times. She looked at me one time before speaking

"He's been expecting you anyway. I will let him know you're in Ma'am"

"Good" I thanked her as she signed me to a seat.

I looked around taking in my surrounding. It was a welcoming place.

"Okay we don't really need an intern at the moment but I accepted the request from your school because I need a personal assistant and secretary." Inkoom said. He stood 6'1, he wore a sliver suit that completed his skin. He has a sharp look that made you think that he's a mean person but as the saying goes, 'don't judge a book by it's cover'

The man was fine he just had a mean outlook. I didn't care though, he won't strike a nerve. I nodded.

"Okay, since it is work related I would take it." I said keeping it simple.

It could have been my illusion because I thought he smiled. He stood up offering a handshake, I stood too and took his.

"You start work tomorrow, I will email you everything you would need to know about your new job" he said

"That would be great" I professionally stated. He looked at mean adorably but quickly replaced it with a professional look.

Days passed, everything was moving smooth for Isabelle as she familiarize herself around. She even had to take classes online for sometime.

Being a personal assistant wasn't really bad as a lot of people think it is. Ferguson is still as professional as ever. Few words, more words when it's business.

"We're meeting up a manager at the restaurant near by, he's also a friend" Ferguson said coming into Belle's office.

"Okay" she nodded getting needed things ready.

At the restaurant they waited on this unknown man until he made his presence known. He and Ferguson slapped hands and did a manly hug.

"Miss Walters this is Stanley Gyan he's a artiste manager. He owns one of the biggest studios here too, Stanley this Isabelle Walters my personal assistant" Ferguson introduced.

Stanley took her hand, kissing it he said "Nice to meet you ma, you're way more beautiful in those pictures these celebrity bloggers put out there"

"Likewise and thanks for the compliment."

Ferguson cleared his throat interrupting the two. Letting go of her hand they all sat.

"So, Stanley wants to sign a contract with this new artiste so we are going to prepare it since I'm his personal lawyer and business adviser."

Belle nodded taking in everything being said. She try to avoid stares from Stanley, she could feel him staring holes into her soul.

Stanley was known for his works, people claimed he did good. He has a history of being the mastermind of some of the great artiste in the country.

Growing up he loved music he always has a background of music. His father is a music legend, his sister Ajay sings with musical band alongside with her being a chef. Not being able to sing or rap like he thinks he can't. His job was the only thing that kept him sane.
He was really tall, a beautiful man. He wore a black tux that complimented his chocolate smooth skin.

Ferguson went on and on about how things are suppose to be. Clearly seeing that his friend wasn't paying attention to what he was blabbing about he felt somewhat annoyed and jealous because his attention was on Isabelle. He was a bit relieved when he noticed Isabelle paid him no mind.

In Stanley's mind, Isabelle was really beautiful. Very attractive to gain everyone's attention when she pass by. She was the kind of woman that won't take no bull from no one, brave and intelligent. Not these rich spoiled kids he goes out with.

The way she dressed preached that she loved herself so much to even care about what people think. He would call her the self love queen if she allowed him. He was convinced getting to know her would be hard although she had a welcoming spirit.

"Stanley?" No response

"Stanley?" No response

Bella looked up from her notebook seeing as Mr. Inkooom held a bored look. Stanley was clearly lost looking at her. She smiled shaking her head. To her men like him screamed danger, pleasure and adventure. Something she's always up for but he probably has so many women and she wasn't up for no negative drama.

Rolling her eyes she called out "Mr. Gyan?"
Stanley blinked immediately looking away in slight shame. He just hope Isabelle did not think he was a creep. For the first time he is cares about what someone thinks of him, a woman. A black woman.

"Call me Stanley" he politely

"Well Stanley, Mr. Inkoom here has been calling you for few minutes" she smiled

He could hear the boredom in her voice. Again Ferguson felt relieved thinking Isabelle didn't like Stanley. He wasn't sure why he's letting her come between them but it felt right.

"My bad brvh, your assistant is a beautiful woman" Stanley said to Ferguson.

"That she is" Ferguson agreed. "Now let's go over this since you were lost a while back" he joked.

Isabelle just shrug.

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