Claire Fox has taken over her father's multi million dollar company, after he retired. She was well taught by her father, and runs the company extremely well. However, she is referred to as 'the devil' by her employees. She has a tendency to be shor...
I curled the last piece of my hair, and pinned it up in a messy up-do. I walked into my closet, and started sifting through my clothes. I put on a lace thong, and a nude bra, then a pair of leather pants with a sheer lace tank top. I found my light pink button up shirt and put that on too, and rolled the sleeves to my elbows. I stepped into a pair of black pointed toe stilettos, and collected my bags.
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My phone dinged, and I picked it up.
Charlie: On my way up.
I turned off all the lights in my penthouse, and put my phone in my bag. There was a knock on the door a moment later, and I answered it.
"Miss.Fox." Charlie said as he slightly nodded.
He lifted the handle of my suitcase, and lifted my garment bag off the door. He stepped into the hall and waited for me to collect what I needed, and lock the door. We rode the elevator down to the lobby, and the BMW was waiting just outside the front doors. Charlie stood my suitcase up, and opened the back door for me. I slid into the seat, and he gently shut my door. He placed my suitcase and garment bag in the trunk, and got in the driver's seat.
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I placed my bag on the seat next to me, and picked up my coffee.
"Are we picking up Mr.Henderson?" Charlie asked me.
"No. He will meet us there." I said as I reviewed the contract again on my iPad.
Charlie pulled away from the building, and started the drive to the airport.
"Charlie, turn on my work playlist." I said as I scrolled to the next page.
"Yes Ma'am." He said as soft instrumental music played through the car.
As we entered the gates of the airport, I slid my iPad back in my work bag, and continued to sip my coffee until we pulled up to the plane. When Charlie parked by the stairs, I collected my bag, and he opened the door for me. As I stepped out, I heard the rumble of a car, and turned to see an exceptionally well kept classic Camaro pull into the hanger, and park in the designated spot.
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