They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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UNKNOWN
I take a number of pictures as Timothy gets out of his out, chats up with some oldie and then drives away. A smile shows itself on my face as I watch Hermione looking at it all from the window with tears in her eyes. So, I am guessing that things got pretty ugly.That's good. Timothy needed to cut ties with his toxic family anyway. Now, I am free to fuck him up. As long as he stays with the family, I am sworn to 'protect him' and all that shit.
Not anymore you don't.
My subconscious speaks to me and I smile again. My phone vibrates in my back pocket as I walk away from the mansion through the secret back-door within the bushes.
"What is the status with the girl?"
"She is disturbed. I made the arrangements for the flowers. Both of will get them soon enough as well."
"Good."
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JOSEPHINE
"Honey, no you aren't doing that!"
"Please, dad, please!"
"How would it look if the daughter of the country's richest man works at a mere café or something?"
"It would look like the daughter and the father BOTH believe in working hard for their own money and it would look like they do not have asshole personalities just because they have money! Please, daddy..." I drawl out, knowing that the puppy voice will tear dad's decisions down.
"Okay, fine! Where are you going to work, anyway?"
"There is this subway outlet near the school. Right there. And the manager said that another guy my age signed up for a job there, too. So he agreed that he will put us on a shift together after we're both trained so that we have someone familiar or whatever."
"Okay, fine. Nobody giving you trouble at school, right?" My mind immediately goes to a certain who has been on my mind all the time even though I don't want him to be. The thought of betrayal colours into my mind once again and I growl. I hate feeling like this, but before I can ponder on it any longer, dad's voice cuts me back to the present.
"Honey?"
"What? Sorry, I zoned out, what were you saying?"
"No one is giving you any sort of trouble at school, right?"
"Oh, no. Just the usual questions and all. The party invitations and the people trying to become my friends because of the last name."
"That still happens? Damn, you are in such a high-class-snooty school."
"As you mentioned earlier, you're the richest guy in the country. The richest kids here are from the family of some mediocre town famous traders at best." I say and laugh while he sighs in defeat.
