The Billionaire's Personal Shopper

Miss Merigold

My heels clicked away on the marble tiles. The floor manager who approached me with a hesitant look first glanced at my new designer heels before his eyes met mine. Brown eyes sparkling with joy since he knew I was here to make a big purchase again.

"Miss Merigold, how can I help you today?" He asked.

I kept moving, not paying him much attention as I made it to the dress shirts for men. He preferred a dress shirt which was a slim fit. He wanted a navy shirt which would match the tie he sent me a picture of this morning. I glanced at the floor manager who eyed me with an overly eager smile spread across his face.

"I need this one." I held the shirt to him which caught my eye, "I also need a silver tie clip which is subtle. Plain and simple. Cufflinks to match."

"Of course, Miss Merigold."

I smiled at him, "I'll be at the women's department." I let him know, "Put everything on Blackwood's account. As usual."

Flicking my blonde hair back, I turned on my heels and made my way to the escalator.

"How is Mr. Blackwood doing these days?" The floor manager asked.

I glanced over my shoulder, "You should be well informed about his wellbeing considering someone is addicted to page six of the papers." I called, smirking at the man who laughed, shaking his head at me.

Mr. Blackwood also needed an evening dress for his date tonight. A long formal dress which would go well with his grey tailored suit and navy shirt. Something which would catch everyone's attention but wouldn't make his date look trashy. I went through the options, ignoring the tags like he always asked of me. The staff knew me well since I shopped at this mall weekly. I was Mr. Blackwood's personal shopper for two years now. This mall I chose in the city had everything to the man's liking. When I couldn't find what I searched for at this mall at fifth I went through his favorite brand stores. I always tried this mall first since I was familiar with the staff. They were helpful, looking forward to suggesting their newest items to up the sales. I didn't care. Mr. Blackwood wanted only the best. Money wasn't a problem. I haven't disappointed him yet and I wasn't planning to either. I liked to think that I knew his personal style rather well now.

"Can I help you, Miss Merigold?"

The shop-assistant who approached me was a young woman. She looked about the same age as me, twenty-four or maybe a little older. Not yet in her thirties, it appeared. Her mocha skin glowed, any woman would envy her natural glow. Her dark hair was shining brightly in the lighting of the store. It was sleek and long. Her brown eyes kindly staring back at me.

"I would like some accessories to match this dress." I pulled out a long navy formal dress. It was an off the shoulder dress which was figure hugging. The skirt of the dress flowy which would make it easy for Mr. Blackwood's date to move in. The straps of the dress were covered in small diamonds, "No necklace. I think a pair of diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet. Strappy silver sandals in a size eight."

"I'll show the options." The shop-assistant carried the dress and showed me the accessories I asked for. When I made my decision I let them bag everything up and met up with the floor manager of the men's department right at the entrance of the mall.

"Will I be seeing you next week, Miss Merigold?" He asked, handing me the bag containing the items I needed for Mr. Blackwood.

"I suppose we will be seeing each other next week, Bradford." I giggled, leaving the mall, carrying all the items I selected for my employer.

"My name is actually Bradley!" He called after me.

I giggled louder, shaking my head at the man. Of course, I knew his name was Bradley, I just thought it was funny to mess with him. The driver of the car Mr. Blackwood appointed to me today helped me put the items in the trunk. He held the door open for me to the backseat. Once I was settled in he sat down in the driver's seat and met my gaze in the rear-view mirror.