Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered By All Novels & Stories

That one over there is "sharon johnson" There is one other person behind me before her.. She is kind of clingy to me probably because she has a huge crush on me since we are in high school she is our regular business partner after her is mr.Greyson waliton our most trusted business partner.. Lastly is the unknow behind me before sharon he is unknow but always against us in all angle his representatives is dodo group international his PA is shin ye a lady like you she is the host of this party they are lauching a new wine tonight that all for now he said and take another zip from his drink.. while i access his explanation in my head.

“You are not going to fucking believe this! My Coach just said I got a million-dollar brand ambassador deal! The company specifically wants me for the entire layout campaign!” “Shut the fuck up!” Shantel screams, his eyes widening as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, shaking me back and forth. “Oh my God, Captain! A million dollars? You’re literally going to be filthy rich! You have to buy me dinner every single night for the rest of our lives!” We keep hyping each other up for a few minutes, but the high energy completely stalls the second we have to leave my house and head over to our evening shifts at the club.

"I didn't—" "Every gift. Every moment. Every chance at happiness." Ashlyn's voice carried. "You took it all." "Because you didn't deserve them!" Penelope screamed. "You were nothing! Just a charity case Christopher's mother picked up!" The room gasped. "Penelope!" Mrs. White hissed. "Control yourself!" "Why should I? Everyone's fawning over her like she's some princess! She's nobody!" "Nobody?" Jonathan smiled. "A major shareholder of Sparkle & Shine is hardly nobody."

Miley put the telephone receiver back in its original place and walked out, leaving the dirty and smelly booth. -00- “This is a big day, right?” "Yeah. A rich lady's party and a busy night.” “Don't complain, Sharon. We can get big tips from those rich people.” “I wouldn't expect too much. I envy your optimism, Shanon.” Shanon gave her friend a small smile before she closed the locker and locked it. She stood in front of the mirror to make sure her appearance was ok. She was relieved that she didn't have a baby bump yet after eleven weeks had passed since the doctor said she had a small fetus growing in her stomach. Her body still looked slender beneath the tight black and white uniform that

Veronica sized Mia up and blurted, "Ms. Monalize, today's Mrs. Barrett's birthday party. Yet, you're standing out a lot. Don't you know the golden rule?" Mia arched an eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm born this way. I stand out no matter what I wear." The corner of Veronica's lips twitched. Mia truly didn't hold back with her words. Sensing the tension, Shelly swiftly changed the subject with a smile. "Aunt Sharon, I heard the resort management upgraded their service for you, free of charge! It's a bespoke service only available to you. Average folks wouldn't have access to it. I'm envious."

Veronica sized Mia up and blurted, "Ms. Monalize, today's Mrs. Barrett's birthday party. Yet, you're standing out a lot. Don't you know the golden rule?" Mia arched an eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm born this way. I stand out no matter what I wear." The corner of Veronica's lips twitched. Mia truly didn't hold back with her words. Sensing the tension, Shelly swiftly changed the subject with a smile. "Aunt Sharon, I heard the resort management upgraded their service for you, free of charge! It's a bespoke service only available to you. Average folks wouldn't have access to it. I'm envious."

There was even a television mounted on the opposite wall, with a remote on the little table between Dara and her. They'd just finished with the hot stone massages. A late lunch would be served shortly, shrimp salads and chilled wine, before the facials and mani-pedi's. Then finally the hair stylists would take over. But while they were getting their fingernails and toenails beautified, Janette, who owned the little boutique, would bring over some outfits for them to see. She really didn't need to buy a new one, but she also didn't want to put on her coffee-stained clothes after all the primping and pandering.

Her eyes never blinked. “Everyone wants you, Harley…” she murmured. “But only I know… you are the key to all this chaos.” - The day had turned to afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the penthouse, touching Harley’s pale skin as he slept on the long sofa. At the dining table, Mrs. Lee was feeding porridge to Mr. Lee, who looked much healthier than he had a few weeks ago. His face was beginning to brighten, although the scars remained, but his heart condition had significantly improved.

“Y’all see Pankit?, are you sure she hasn’t had surgery. Was her waist always this small?” “When you have the kind of money she does, would having enhancement be an issue?” a wistful Priscilla says, her eyes so wide I know she wishes she could hop right into phone to join Pankit in her exotic holiday location. “Oh my. ! Just see how she's have so much fun while I'm having churros.” “Wasn't she just a starter when she was here? Now she’s a Senior Vice President! This shit is craz !” Ama whines.

I was dancing with Hayes. In front of everyone. The same woman who had once been terrified of being seen was now standing in the middle of a crowded hall with the most powerful Alpha in the kingdom. Hayes leaned slightly closer. "This is your first public appearance beside me." I looked up at him. "Is that why everyone keeps staring?" "Partly." His thumb moved gently against my hand. "By tomorrow, there will be photographs of us everywhere." My eyes widened. "Photographs?" He gave me an amused look. “You didn't think nobody would take pictures tonight, did you?"