After paying sixty dollars to get some gas, I counted the cash I had left and began pumping it into the gas tank of my old used hatchback while I shoved the remaining bills into the front pocket of my low-rise denim shorts. As I waited for the gas pump to finish filling the tank, I secured my hip-long, curly black hair with caramel blonde highlights in a high ponytail before tugging down the hem of my gray tank top again. After leaning against the side of my car, I noticed the laces on one of my second-hand canvas slip-on sneakers had come untied. I bent down to tie it, but as I finished typing my shoe, I felt a hand on my ass before I heard a guy behind me saying, “Damn, girl. You better be ready to take care of what you started.”Just then, I heard the pump click, and after checking it, when I straightened up, I saw sixty-five dollars worth of gas had been added to my tank.I continued to ignore the guy as I removed the pump nozzle and hung it back up on the pump before the guy yell
WilsonOn the way back to the office, I kept trying to figure out how the hell a sixteen-year-old high school girl had managed to get the better of me, and Michael would occasionally tease me about it. When I got back to the office, I had my secretary, Claire, file my contract with Sophia O’Shea, but she quickly noticed the changes I made to the paperwork and hurried into my office asking, “Two-fifty a month retainer fee and fifty dollars an hour for legal work? How the hell did that happen?”“I’m still trying to figure that out.” I replied as I plopped down in my desk chair, “She said she’s not keeping her grandparents’ businesses, stays out of trouble, and doesn’t plan to change that anytime soon. I told her my rates the same way I tell everyone, and she just smiled at me. Everything went downhill after that, and we had both signed the papers by the time I realized what happened.”“After he reduced his rates to a thousand and a hundred, she mentions the only time she’ll probably cal
“Mr. Hansen, when I ask to speak with Mr. Donovan, I don’t want to hear you telling me that you can help me because if you could help me, I wouldn’t be calling to talk to Mr. Donovan. Next time I call, I want to hear that you’ll transfer my call to his office or you’re going to track him down so I can talk to him.” I said before boarding my plane, “Now, if I don’t hear you say either of those things when I call after my plane lands, you’ll have to explain to Mr. Donovan why I’m taking my business elsewhere from now on.”“I don’t give a shit if you take your business elsewhere, you conceited bitch. Mr. Donovan has business with more important people than you, Sophia O’Shea. So you can just take your business and shove it up your ass, you arrogant bitch.” Oscar Hansen yelled.“Oscar, you better have misspoke when you said Sophia O’Shea.” I heard Wilson saying in the background.“Who cares about that self-centered, arrogant bitch?” Oscar scoffed before hanging up on the phone.As the fli
Sophia"Fredrick Wilson O'Connor, George Tiernan O'Connor, you get down from there right now." I yelled when I caught them standing on the dining room table, playing with their toy planes.I knew they were gonna be a handful from the moment I heard their first cries, and unfortunately, I hadn't known just how right I was, but things were gonna get even more hectic in two days with our two girls on the way. Thankfully, Logan, Thomas, Greyson, Jared, Forest, and Michael weren't nearly as bad as Fred and George were. Whenever they wanted to play, they would just go to the playroom and wreck it, but the two older boys were convinced the whole castle was their playground.We had six live-in nannies who were life savers, ten maids to help with the cleaning, a head maid to help keep things running smoothly, and a butler who helped us manage everything. Dad and Elsie, who got married after we moved to England, were nice enough not to spoil them whenever they came over. Tiernan, Evelynn, Cynth
“Mr. Hansen, when I ask to speak with Mr. Donovan, I don’t want to hear you telling me that you can help me because if you could help me, I wouldn’t be calling to talk to Mr. Donovan. Next time I call, I want to hear that you’ll transfer my call to his office or you’re going to track him down so I can talk to him.” I said before boarding my plane, “Now, if I don’t hear you say either of those things when I call after my plane lands, you’ll have to explain to Mr. Donovan why I’m taking my business elsewhere from now on.”“I don’t give a shit if you take your business elsewhere, you conceited bitch. Mr. Donovan has business with more important people than you, Sophia O’Shea. So you can just take your business and shove it up your ass, you arrogant bitch.” Oscar Hansen yelled.“Oscar, you better have misspoke when you said Sophia O’Shea.” I heard Wilson saying in the background.“Who cares about that self-centered, arrogant bitch?” Oscar scoffed before hanging up on the phone.As the fli
WilsonOn the way back to the office, I kept trying to figure out how the hell a sixteen-year-old high school girl had managed to get the better of me, and Michael would occasionally tease me about it. When I got back to the office, I had my secretary, Claire, file my contract with Sophia O’Shea, but she quickly noticed the changes I made to the paperwork and hurried into my office asking, “Two-fifty a month retainer fee and fifty dollars an hour for legal work? How the hell did that happen?”“I’m still trying to figure that out.” I replied as I plopped down in my desk chair, “She said she’s not keeping her grandparents’ businesses, stays out of trouble, and doesn’t plan to change that anytime soon. I told her my rates the same way I tell everyone, and she just smiled at me. Everything went downhill after that, and we had both signed the papers by the time I realized what happened.”“After he reduced his rates to a thousand and a hundred, she mentions the only time she’ll probably cal
After paying sixty dollars to get some gas, I counted the cash I had left and began pumping it into the gas tank of my old used hatchback while I shoved the remaining bills into the front pocket of my low-rise denim shorts. As I waited for the gas pump to finish filling the tank, I secured my hip-long, curly black hair with caramel blonde highlights in a high ponytail before tugging down the hem of my gray tank top again. After leaning against the side of my car, I noticed the laces on one of my second-hand canvas slip-on sneakers had come untied. I bent down to tie it, but as I finished typing my shoe, I felt a hand on my ass before I heard a guy behind me saying, “Damn, girl. You better be ready to take care of what you started.”Just then, I heard the pump click, and after checking it, when I straightened up, I saw sixty-five dollars worth of gas had been added to my tank.I continued to ignore the guy as I removed the pump nozzle and hung it back up on the pump before the guy yell