"What's your name?" The man asked, staring at me from across his desk. We were in what I assume to be his office at Styles Manor.
I didn't answer. I just stared at him intently. I observed his features.
"Never mind. I will find out myself." He sighed and called someone on a phone on his desk.
Almost instantaneously, a woman in a blazer and pencil skirt came into the office carrying a file folder. She gave me a fake smile and handed the folder to the man. She then exited the room.
"Well, my name is Desmond Styles. That was my wife, Anne." He explained. "Now. Let's find out about you."
"Great." I muttered and slouched in the cushiony chair. This Desmond character must be a zillionaire. Everything looks so fancy and luxurious.
"You can talk!" He chuckled and opened the folder on his desk. I just groaned.
"According to your file, your name is Vanessa Miller. Age, Seventeen. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Partying type. Doesn't like serious relationships." he rambled on as he read my file.
"You really did your research." I spoke, annoyed. I heard the door open and turned around to see Anne again.
"Where is she going to live, Des?" Anne asked.
"Well. She is too pretty for working so...she will be a performer." he sighed and stood up.
"Whoa, wait." I spoke up. "what's that?"
"You will see." Anne smiled and grabbed my wrist.
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Bad Girl HS
Fanfiction"From what I've heard, you been a Bad Girl. Haven't you?" I heard is rough voice in my ear. His lips barely touching my ear when he talked.
