To Steal a Heart

1. To Get a Customer

Chapter 1- To Get a Customer

Emma:

If New York doesn't stop with this nonsense of a weather I will be moving to the damn south. I murmured, as I struggle to take off my boots. I can feel the snow inside my socks and right now all I want to do is take a bath.

Today was an extremely stressful day. But when do I not have a stressful day?

My business partner, or ex-business partner decided to take out his investments since my company has not made any improvements. I mean come on? It hasn't even been a year yet and he isn't giving me a chance.

I fumbled to get the keys to unlock the door to my penthouse on the 30th floor of Manhattan. Just as I was about to unlock the door, the door opened itself and there stood my best friend Sasha meekly smiling at me.

Sasha, my best friend since freshman year of high school.

I started out like any other normal teenage. I go to school. I half listened to my teachers. I was the caption of the golf team. I had a good gpa (probably because I cheat on almost all of my tests). I would write cheat sheets on my legs, arms, ankles, you name it.

I would get in trouble at least once a month. I once asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.

I go through mental breakdowns once a day. I was emotionally and physically unstable most of the times in highschool. Especially senior year. Loss of friends, backstabbers, heartbreaks, and depression. Sasha is the only one who stayed and pulled me through. I went through a lot but that is what made me stronger now.

I procrastinated a lot. I was an extremely lazy person. I knew that needed to change if I want to get into a good university. I wanted to go out of state for college but ever since my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I decided to apply for NYU Stern. Surprisingly, I got in with a 3.68 Gpa and 1455 on the SAT.

My mom was called the Tiger mom. She molded me to become the person I am today: A business woman.

A business woman with no business.

I took over her company a year ago, right after I graduated high school. I couldn't catch a break because my mother got cancer that was untreatable. The doctor said she only have two more years to live. She decided to step down from her company and handed it to me. My father is no where in the picture. I was taught to not question her about my father.

Lets just say her company went downhill when I stepped in. Not many customers trusted me like how they trusted my mother.

I aspire to be like my mother. A successful self-made business woman. She started her own designer company at the age of 20. Another one at the age of 23, and a third one at the age of 30. She hit bottom rock once when a powerful man stumped her company. She still haven't told me the full story but I knew that she had to sell two of her companies to support our financial needs. When we were financially stable again, she used the money she gets as a shareholder and restored her third company.

"What did you do now?" I took off my jacket and plopped onto the sofa. I had a long and stressful day dealing with a customer who is on the verge of switching business partners.

"Something amazing. Something wonderful. You would so thank me." She squealed.

Oh damn. Should I be worried? Sasha had never looked this cheerful.