Chloe’s pov:
I walked down the spotless stairs with my phone stuck to my ear as I spoke to my personal assistant.
“Yes…I want 12 of those blue dresses delivered to my room before evening and talk to the new head quarter manager of Chanel. Tell him I ran out of purses and remember, I want all white.
“I’ve texted the ambassador of Loveburst jewelries and you’ll be traveling to Paris tomorrow to get me my rings. I want all diamond and…maybe two gold wrist watches and I want the best and the most expensive. I want all this things right in my room before Saturday. Do you hear me?” I stated and she nodded.
“I do ma’am. I got this” she said still struggling to carry the heavy bunch of clothes in her arms.
I smiled broadly.
“Perfect”.
A quick introduction.
Am Chloe Seth. The one and only daughter of the business tycoon, Adam Seth.
Am a fashionista and extremely obsessed with shopping. My mom’s late and I never met her so all I have is my father.
I love him so much cause he’ll do anything just to make me happy – anything to please me.
It’s almost like I have all cause of my hot model boyfriend, Brandon. He’s from one of the most wealthiest families in New York and we’re both like the most adorable couple in the world.
But he’ve been tripping for a while now. He has become extra busy since he was made the CEO at his father’s company.
We barely talk on the phone and this is the tenth attempt am trying to get to speak with him on phone but…
I brought my cellphone down from my ear and looked into it.
I stopped walking and paused still on the fleet of stairs.
“He’s not answering…” I muttered.
“Who’s not answering ma’am?” My personal assistant asked concerned.
I sighed.
“It doesn’t matter. I guess he’s as busy as a bee not to answer his calls” I said feeling despondent.
“C’mon ma’am, your boyfriend just inherited his father’s biggest and most famous company. He must be busy doing everything he can to sustain it from loosing it’s worth” she said and I smiled waving off the doleful look.
“You’re right Gladys! I’ll just give him sometime…or maybe he’ll call back” I beamed and continued our walk down the stairs.
We got to the living room and I find dad on the sofa reading a newspaper.
I rushed to him and gave him a big hug.
“Good morning dad” I said very excited since his birthday is coming up soon and am the event planner.
“Morning sweetheart. I trust you slept well” he grinned.
“Yes dad. But am curious, have you been going to the gym lately?” I asked and he laughed.
“You look so younger and strong” I added and he laughed even louder.
“Alright…what’s the flattering about?” He asked and I pouted.
“I want to spend the night at Brandon’s house. I’ll be going there from school” I replied.
“What?…he invited you?” He asked and I shrugged.
“Well…it’s been long since I saw him and…”
“Chloe?” He called with his brows furrowed.
“C’mon dad, we’re not going to do anything funny” I said giving him my most innocent look.
“You know kids can be up to mischief” he grumbled under his breath.
“Trust me dad. I just want us to spend the evening together catching up on movies and games. I just miss him you know” I pouted and he sighed.
“Alright. Just Becareful”.
I leaped.
“Thanks dad! I love you”.
“What are the clothes for?” He asked referring to the heap of clothes Gladys carried.
“Dad, we’re having a charity event at college and am giving out my one week old clothes for charity” I beamed.
His jaw dropped.
“One week old?”.
I nodded.
“Okay dad, I’ll be going to school now. Glady’s, please take the clothes to my car. The red one” I ordered carrying my backpack from the couch.
Gladys walked to the door struggling to see like she would fall any moment.
“Bye dad” I said and half hugged him.
“Bye princess, take care of yourself. And try not to give in to Brandon’s good looks!” He said behind me while I rolled my eyes.
When will he stop seeing me as a little helpless girl?
He’ve done everything he could to see that I don’t let any man see my undie or try to have a chance with me.
And luckily for me, Brandon understands. He’ve never forced himself on me.
I got to my car and got in while the driver turned on the ignition.
“Good morning ma’am” the aged man said looking at me through the front mirror.
I brought out my cellphone and went straight to tik tok.
I fixed my hair and made a video of myself telling everyone am on my way to school.
Am more of a social media freak and obsessed with any new app that pops up in the internet.
The driver sped up and I relaxed back on the soft chair.
