Mysterious Personal Shopper Mga Nobela at Kwento

But by the looks of it, this man was muscular, handsome and young. Travis rubbed his chin, while staring at the photo. "I've never heard of him. Who is he?" He asked. "Well, I was doing some digging and it turns out that he's a very wealthy and successful businessman. He is the CEO of ' Holt enterprises' and has millions of shares in companies all over the world. He’s a British man and has connections all over Asia and even with the government. But, the shocking part is, the information, I found about him. Apparently, he's a mystery. No one knows his past or how he became so rich." Becca replied.

“You have always been protective of those you love. Just be careful with this one. She’s worth it.” "I know Bernard, I know." After leaving Bernard’s office, I stopped by a high-end boutique. The polished floors and glittering displays screamed opulence. Shopping isn't my forte, I have a personal shopper that does the work for me, but today, I needed, nah, I wanted to do this myself. I wanted something meaningful, a gift that spoke of how mindful I am towards her. A sales assistant approached me with a professional smile, her steps quick and practiced. “Mr. Vanderbilt, how can I assist you?”

She questioned. "Well… Not actually, but there is a man who is our regular customer and is a billionaire! He wants to spend two hours with you, and in context, he is willing to pay 4 million dollars to you!" She explained her job to Kate, while tightly hugging her, but it literally made her roll her eyes!

Her phone and purse were forgotten somewhere in the club, she could only pray that Tess had taken them home for her. "Good morning miss," a tall man she recognized seen last night greeted her. "Good morning…" She trailed not knowing what to say afterward. She was standing in front of the door and she had planned to slip out unnoticed but somehow she had gotten caught. "Mr. Alex asked me to prepare breakfast for you. The chauffeur is currently warming up the vehicle as well, I advise you to come to take a little meal ma'am," he said in a silky clean voice. Kira couldn't help but wonder if he was trained to sound like this.

The latter just sighed and shook his head, mistaking the inspector for he women that he sees every day being all drunk to stupor and lusty. ' Yes, think like that ' Inspector Roosen lampooned in her mind as she took a large gulp of her drink. ... In the private room that Bob had rented with Mae. Bob slowly walked over to the sofa and just took a seat right before the stripper who seemed baffled. " Who are you again? I can't remember every client you know?" " First, are you being watched?" Bob leaned close to ask in a low tone. The stripper seemed surprised as her lips drew apart, she let out a shocked gasp before saying,

He was a very hard-working man that held a very mysterious personality to everyone even his workers; No one can say for sure what he liked or dislikes. His blond hair flicker in the light as he looked down at short Laurie, his secretary. He was one of the youngest billionaires but apart from that something else made him extremely famous, especially online and that was no other than his looks. “What is it, Laurie?” His deep voice rang out musically, Laurie pulled back some strands of her black hair away from her mouth nervously. “We have letters from our partners and the press requests a meeting, they have so many questions about your marriage, nobody knows the "Mystery woman" as they call it

What did these women really take me for? “Boss, looks like there’s a launch of that new shop tomorrow called Glossy Pearls, that explains the queue and congestion. I heard the owner is a very wealthy woman from London.” Jerome stated. The car slowly moved and I could see women, many women both young, old and even ones who might have an RIP sign soon on their graves but yet they queued up in front of an enormous building just to shop for what, bags? Shoes and jewelry? Really?

"I saved you a trip. If I left the clothes to burn, you would have to go shopping for him again." A pleasant little shiver runs down my spine. The image of the lethal, brooding assassin wandering through a high-end boutique, picking out soft fabrics and fitted jeans for me, is incredibly appealing. It feeds a weird, twisted fantasy I refuse to analyze right now. A dark, mottled flush creeps up Kirill’s thick neck, visible even under his beard. His hazel eyes flare with a mixture of anger and something distinctly panicked. "I am not a personal fucking shopper," he mutters, turning his head away to hide the color rushing to his skin.

Controlling costs was essential. After walking around the store for a bit, Emma noticed a particular customer. The woman appeared to be in her early forties, dressed impeccably in high heels and carrying a designer handbag. She exuded wealth. Wealthy customers were not an issue, the problem was that this particular customer had been in the store for a while, browsing every product at least three times, yet she had not made a single purchase. Emma wondered if she was a competitor doing some market research. It was not unusual for competitors to visit, but as long as her products were good, it did not concern her much. Of course, if the competitor tried any underhanded tactics, Emma would not

Travis said before heading out again. I sat back down and sighed. Honestly, I was a bit annoyed that Travis had a personal shopper. Who was she? Was she tall? Pretty? Did she have that model-like body Travis always seemed to gravitate toward? I pictured her with perfect hair and an effortless grace. Of course, that’s exactly who Travis would choose. Sigh.