My High School Billionaire (Sequel to TMDG)

Chapter 26

"Hey Lydia! Its Ally." I speak into the phone while looking up the room service menu. I arrived in New York last night and checked into the same hotel I always stay in when I am in New York. Thanks to my premium membership card, I did not have to wait for my room to be ready. I was immediately led here, into the Premier Suites.

"Oh hey! Why did I not recognize your number?" She asks back in her smooth American accent. Lydia is my personal hairdresser and makeup artist. Whenever I have to attend any conferences or public parties or basically any function where I'd have to pose for the media, I ring her up. She is always there at my hotel door in the next twenty four hours.

"That's because I've changed my contact number-"

"Oh my God! But wouldn't that be a hassle to all of your clients in contacting you?" If only she knew, they aren't my clients anymore. Wait, doesn't she read the business page of her newspaper?

"I still have my old number running, I just got a new one. Because I'll be staying in New York for a while." Unfortunately.

"Oh wow! That's great news! So are you throwing a welcome party tonight?!" Let me speak, ya over-excited girl!

"Umm no. That reminds me, I have to go house-hunting this evening. But as for now, I want you to come over with literally all of your makeup tools. Hair extensions, wig, glasses, anything and everything!" I look at my reflection in the full length mirror. If I go like this to get a job at Hale&Haileys, I'll surely be kicked out. And if not, he'd never appoint me as his P.A. And even if he does, he'll watch his every move and I'll never be able to collect the evidences.

"Whoa! Someone's on a mission, huh? Be there in 10." She chirps excitedly and I can almost see here clapping her hands in joy.

"Wait, but where should I come to?" She asks in a confused voice now.

"Oh, sorry. Forgot to mention that. The regular hotel." I answer back and move away my gaze from the mirror.

"The Maroon?" She asks back and I reply with a 'yes'.

Let's get this game going!

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In exactly 10 minutes, the room intercom rings, asking for my permission to let some 'Lydia Roden' get in my room. I love how this hotel does give that little extra privacy to their VIPs.

"Hey girl!" She hugs me as soon as I open the door with two very huge bags in both of her hands. She smells of roses and lilies. Maybe she's wearing another one of her 'floral fragrances'.

"Hey!" I greet her back but fail at matching the level of excitement. I need to learn to be more of an extrovert. Its really going to be of help now more than ever.

"So, what is up?" She walks into the room and sets her bags down on the couch. I close the door and walk to the bob-cut redhead in front of me. Her face is covered in freckles and personally, I think it makes her look way more cuter. Dressed in denim shorts, a flannel shirt and knee high boots, this girl is seriously hot. Pun intended. Because shorts in November in New York isn't exactly my level of comfort. I'd freeze to death. Although its not as cold as back home.

"Why did I carry these bags, which I am pretty sure are heavier than my body weight, all the way to this lavish hotel room?" She places her hands on her hips.

"Um, I am kind of on a mission. Okay, this is going to sound bizarre. But I want a completely different look. More like a disguise. I don't want anyone to recognize me. Make me look so different, even I'd have trust issues believing its really me." Her expression goes from confused to 'ok' to 'what the hell' to now a really excited one.