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It's been three hours since I made it to my parents house. My mom and I ate all the cookies n' cream ice cream that we had. We watched Disney movies, they can make anyone happy. Of course we watched my favorite, Mulan, then we watched Dumbo. My dad came back to the living room after two hours. He looked tired but relieved. I asked him what he was doing for the past two hours and he just said business stuff. Business, the awful word I try to avoid. Even though I can't really, I'm 'boss' of my mom's fashion headquarters here in New York. Her main building is in L.A., but she's hardly ever there. She spends a lot of her time in Paris with some of the best designers in the world. I don't design much,  I can and do when I feel like it, I'm mostly in charge of the business trades through New York and making sure we are making a good profit.

"Is Bia here?" I hear a yell from the front door, obviously Blake.

"Shut up Blake!" I yell back and lay back down on the couch, my head next to my mom's legs.

"You said you'd be back soon," Blake says sternly when he gets into the room. "You've been gone for three hours and didn't even call me!"

"Blake Anthony!" Mom scolds as she stands up, "your sister's boyfriend just broke up with her. She is very upset and doesn't want to listen to your yelling."

"It's alright mom," I sniff and stand up next to her. From all my crying my nose got really runny. "Besides Blake I said I'd be back later, not soon."

"Call me next time," he softens, not wanting to get in trouble with mom again.

"Blake you're here, perfect!" dad cheers as he comes in from the kitchen. "I'd like to talk to you in my office." He turns on his heel and heads right back up to his office. Blake hugs mom and kisses the top of my head before he follows my dad up the stairs.

"Janet can you go get more cookies n' cream ice cream?" Mom asks noticing Janet in the doorway.

"Of course ma'am," Janet nods while she replies and leaves the room. Blake and I never make any of the maids or butlers go get food, we usually do it ourselves. It's a sense of being normal.

"Mom she doesn't have to," I turn to face my mother who has signaled a maid to come and clean up the bowls and spoons. When my parents aren't here the maids and butlers do whatever they feel the need to. Blake and I usually clean up after ourselves so they get paid for showing up.

"With what I think your father is planning," mom sighs before she takes a deep breath, "you are going to need more." She leaves the room, leaving me alone and confused. I stand there for a moment before I head up to my room.

My room is simple. The walls are light brown panels with a dark brown border, making large squares and rectangles through out the room. Above my headboard there are two strips of light on the wall. On the left side of my bed there are closets built up a little off the ground. The doors are the same dark brown as the borders and there is two closets. My headboard is a dark brown wood that goes half way up my wall. I usually keep white sheets and covers on my bed but sometimes I like to use the burgundy sheets in my closet. On the right side of my bed are glass doors and windows that go from the floor to ceiling. That leads into my bathroom which is a full bath. I have two dark brown wooden nightstands on each side of my bed. They have a redwood lamp stand with a white lamp shade on top of them. On the right nightstand I always keep a small pot of flowers, usually daisies.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and lay down on my bed. My phone has a hundred messages from my best friend, Kayla Olson. She is a couple years younger than me, twenty-two, but she is the best person in the world. She was in one of my college classes and we were put together for an assignment. From there we've been best friends.

Kay-Boo

8:37 a.m.    OMG Bi!

8:38 a.m.    My friend who works at Starbucks just texted me!

8:46 a.m.     He's such a twat!

8:53 a.m.     You deserve better.

9:02 a.m.   Seriously Bi! Can you answer me, I want to make sure you're okay!

9:28 a.m.     My friend got it of video if it makes you feel better. You can laugh at him getting covered in a frappuccino.

9:55 a.m.    Bianca Anne Harrison!

10:14 a.m. If I find out that you are ignoring me I'll kick your ass!

10:52 a.m.   We are going out tonight, we'll meet at yours

                                                                         Pick me up at 9:30 and I'll tell you    

                                                                                                                         11:22 a.m.

11:22 a.m.   Nice to know you are alive! I'll see you then, you better be ready to party

I turn my phone off and lay back on to my bed. Tonight I'm going to get drunk. I need to let loose. Have some fun. After laying down for a good ten minute I get up and go to my closet. I'm only staying at Blake's for the week so almost all of my clothes are still here. I spend twenty minutes trying to find the perfect dress. Most of the clothes in my closet are from my mom's company. If I didn't wear something designer my mom would lose it, you don't want to see my mom pissed off.

I pull out a black dress that I designed. It stops about two inches under my butt, on the sides of my ribs there is a diamond cut that isn't too large. The v cut goes down to the tip of my ribs, showing off more cleavage than I usually would. The back is covered and it has long sleeves. Kay loves this dress so I decide to wear it later. My shoes I'll worry about later but for now I lay my dress on my bed and head back downstairs.

"We are having a family dinner at six," mom tells me as I enter the kitchen to get a water, "oh and I'm going to need those designs by Monday Bianca."

Monday! It's Saturday and most people don't go into the office Sunday. I groan internally then head to the living room. I can't get these designs done by Monday! She gave us the order on Thursday, we have only four designs done!

"Bumble bee come here," dad says while he's in the middle of the stairs.  This is the most my parents ever talk to me. I get up and head up to my dad's office with him. I don't know where Blake is, maybe he went home while I was in my room.

"What's up dad?" I ask as I sit on one of the comfy white chairs in his office. I lean against one arm rest and throw my legs over the other.

"Dinner tonight is business," he tells me, "The Baileys will be coming over tonight,  you need to behave. No smart comments or anything. This deal is very important to the company."

"They own that hotel chain right? The Queen Suites?" I ask and he nods, "that's like the largest hotel chain in he world! I hope the deal works for you!" He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows.

My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears.

I'm guessing this deal has to do them buying our appliance and furniture or something like that. I usually stay away from my dad's company. It gets too confusing.