Intro

CHERRY'S POV

I come out of the Jacuzzi bathtub and tie my towel around my waist, instead of my chest, putting my stretchy arms on display.

I cream my body then put on a black jeans trouser, a black long sleeved top and pack my hair in a simple ponytail after brushing and styling it with some hair gel.

I apply a red lip gloss on my rosebud lips, brush my eyelashes with a mascara (eye makeup) and draw my pointy eyebrows. I take a look at myself in the mirror, making sure I look really good. Then I pick my wristwatch, a sparkly glittery gold bangle, designed by me and then lastly I put on my red flat pair of expensive loubotins and head downstairs.

There I meet the maids, they all greet me in unison, I nod in reply without uttering a word, maintaining a straight face until I get to the dining.

Who thought that I a street girl, someone that slept under bridges would end up being served by maids. Well only God, if only Jayson was with me.

Oh Jayson! Where are you now? What do you even look like, I sigh in frustration.

Reaching the dining a smile escape my lip when i see Jeanne, "Hey buttercup." she says greeting me with a smiling and beaming face.

"Hey dearie, how was your night?" I reply with a weak smile. "Uhmmm, it was splendid and yours?" She reply applying strawberry jam in her sliced bread.

"Frustrating." I say and gulp down a large quantity of my tea, she gives me a playful frown and sigh,

"Look, every stage in life, always have bad and trying times." She says.

Here she goes again, I think to myself rolling my eyes. "The good and bad ones." she continues talking and I stare at her, "Move on babe, for crying out loud, move on with your life Cher." She huffs and I scoff inwardly and look away while saying.

"You know you could do this motivational speaking of yours for a living huh?"

Furrowing my brows, she winks at me and I burst out in fits of laughter, Yes, I laugh, who else will make me laugh if not her.

"Trust me, I am really good at it." She says boastfully making me laugh the more.

"Okay then keep up with that, I'm off." With that I stand, leave the dining leading outside.

Immediately my driver spots me coming out, he quickly stands and opens the door of the car. I enter the car, he turns on the ignition and then without wasting much time we hit the road.

I rest my head backwards on the comfy car seat and enjoy the cool car drive. The drive is long, we get held up by traffic and sooner than I expect my driver pulls up in front of a massive building; Cherlins Co-operatives, one of my many companies.

I head straight into the building, immediately one of my personal assistants follows me inside my office.

"Good morning ma'am" she says, "Yes Tamara, what are my schedules for the day." I reply coldly, not sparing her a glance, opening my laptop and arranging my desk which has littered files on it.

"Well first on the board notice is our delivery of fabric and textile, which is currently ongoing as we speak now." She says reading out whatever is on her note pad, and I nod in confirmation expecting more information.

"And for your personal schedule, you will be having a meeting with the SRUV investment service by 10:00 am, and the time is already 9:45 am, which means you are running late, also you have a dinner with LC Sanchez and......"

Not allowing her to finish whatever she's about to say, I abruptly stop her with a wave of my hand. I don't want to have any dates with anyone that will lead to a relationship or something of the sort.

I'm single and not interested in searching and I probably never will.

"Uhm also there is a new hotel being built and it has been declared as the largest in LA, should I send a request in for the hotel dressing?" Tamara asks, "No, let's wait to see if they choose ours or others rather, don't send in a request, if I change my mind later in, then that will be fine but for now don't." I explain.

"Is that all." I ask her coldly, "Yes ma'am" she replies with a bow.

"You may take your leave now." She bows and moves to open the door, I remember something and say stopping her abruptly, "Tell Davis to get ready, he will be coming with me to the meeting by 10." I say. "Ma'am, he is actually supervising the deliveries." She replies.

Oh! I mutter, "Okay then, you get ready, you are coming with me." I say placing my hands on my forehead, feeling exhausted already. "Yes ma'am." She replies and finally takes her leave.

I plunk down on my seat, I quickly switch on my laptop and glance through the new hotel, it's really big as Tamara said, and according to what I can see on the net it's owned by a Jayson!....... Sherman?!!!

I don't recognize this surname. Scoffing, anyone can be Jayson by name. I'm actually looking for Jayson Harris not Sherman.

I look at my wristwatch and it's 10 already. I shut down my laptop, pick some files I'll make use of at the meeting.

Placing my phone on silent to avoid distraction, I step out of the office, signal Tamara from her cubicle, give her my files, we finally get out of the building, my building rather, going straight to my car, I get in Tamara follows closely behind and together we speed off.

TBC