"girls like you are the bosses favorite."
"and what do you mean by that?"
"barely 18, innocent, and you're too pretty
to know what to do with. my lady, you aren't just an intern anymore. you are his new toy."
she smirked the devil whispering in he...
"Miss. Beverly, your father said you were to go to this interview immediately. He feels that this internship would show you how to work in a business." The slim butler, Timothy, urged the rich woman out of her bedroom, in her penthouse, in Manhattan.
"Yes because everyone girls dream on the upper East Side is to work, especially for a hotel that isn't owned by daddy." The girl pondered for a moment her petite figure rested on her bedroom door. "Did he tell you why exactly I had to work for someone else's business? I think it rather gives me as a Beverly a slim chance anyways, daddy is the largest hotel owner in the world." The blonde smiles, knowing she's too rich for her own good. "Evelyn, I work for your father as well as you, and he insists you take this interview. Working with another company ensures him that you could work on your own without money, looks, or your name." Timothy straightens up his sleeves, his black suit fitting the butler perfectly. "It'll make him look bad, his daughter, working for a younger man competing in second place for largest business. I'll do it but only in spite of the poor man who thinks he can win over my father." Evelyn runs her dainty fingers through her curly blonde hair, and smirks. "Fetch my attire, will you."
"Yes Miss. Beverly."
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Evelyn taps her thigh with her fingers matching the beat of music she had bugged into her brain. I don't even know how to operate a hotel. She thought, but I sure damn well try. The limo stops in front of a luxurious building, and she was surprised it wasn't her father's. It was beautiful. The hotel was vintage, castle like even, and considering that Evelyn was a sucker for princesses she adored the place. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. She entered through the doors which very much felt like a golden gate. "Hold on just one moment, Mr. Downey doesn't like guests walking in here without reservations." The skimpy blonde rattled with her stereotypical, dumb blonde attitude that Evelyn was for once glad she didn't have. Evelyn felt her eyes narrow and her lips form into a smirk. Apparently this woman had no idea who she was. "Well, I am clearly more informed on things more than you are and it's really just my interview day." Evelyn leans against the desk the lady resided and smiled the fakest smile the world has ever seen. "If you didn't know who I was, I am Evelyn Beverly, my father, Jericho Beverly owns the most lavish hotels in the world, and your boss is what, runner up to my father?" The woman scoffed. "The name, is Serena Ross, Mr.Downeys secretary. If you were here for an interview you can consider it gon-"
"Ladies, I think I decide who interviews go to, and what internships to give out, and if you'll excuse me Miss. Ross, this young woman has your spot immediately. You are fired." Evelyn was almost offended by his actions. He didn't even take an interview, how absurd this man must be to do this.
"If I may interject, I didn't even get an interview, and daddy said that's what I needed to prove I could work on my own, so Serena, if you don't mind keeping my seat warm." She turned to wink at the taller girl, glaring at Evelyn.
"My pleasure." The lady rolled her eyes and pretended to type on her small computer.
"Do you really want an interview Evelyn, or do you want to work with me? Maybe having daddy's little girl as my personal assistant sill do me good." Mr. Downey looked the younger girl up and down.
"In many many ways."
a/n• short chapter, but this is a third person introduction to how certain characters will be and how things will go. any people who i decide to add to this story will be updated in the cast chapter. i hope you enjoy. thank you, savannah.
