Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

She had never taken on any advertising endorsements in her decades-long career. Mandy had been handling the initial store setup procedures, while Lana kept a low profile. Thus, the business people in Dawsbury City could not uncover the person who ran the two shops. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. The more mysterious something is, the more people would have their guards up. There were many rumors about the mysterious owner behind Allure and Enjoy in Dawsbury City. Mandy was even rumored to be the mistress of this mysterious owner. When Lana learned about this rumor, she and Mandy shared a hearty laugh.

All the better for me. The living room is just as I remember. Everything in place just as I left it. Edward hasn't done any serious rearrangement of the furnitures even though he said that he would. This makes me smile. I look at the couch and there are his clothes. A cashmere I bought for him on his last birthday and a jeans I don't remember. Must be a new acquisition. Beside them, is a combat shorts and a T-shirt. Then I hear sounds from the down the hallway.

"I'm Sarah, your new shopping companion." Shopping companion. That was the code name Adrian had come up with for my disguised bodyguard. Sarah looked like a perfectly normal woman in her thirties - well-dressed but not too fancy, the kind of person you'd see in any upscale mall or restaurant. "Morning," I said, still trying to adjust to having strangers in my house all the time. "I thought we could grab breakfast at that new cafe on Fifth Street," Sarah continued. "I've already checked it out - good sight lines, multiple exits, friendly staff who won't ask too many questions."

Mama left shortly after we finished talking and eating as she got a call from her office. After lunch I decide to go shopping, because last time I checked my closet it does not have clothes fit for a personal assistant. I also have a lot of time to spare before going home so I take a taxi and go to the mall. I visit about ten different stores or more, looking for the best outfits that say ‘sophisticated’. I won’t lie, it was hard but worth it. I am visiting the last store for the day when a strange number appears on my phone screen. I answer, wondering if maybe it is Enzo wanting to remind me of something.

How did you get my number? His response came almost immediately. Be smarter than that. And that’s not an answer. I exhaled sharply. Of course. My file. I typed back: Yes, I saw it. Good. Another message followed. This is my stylist’s number. Then another. Follow instructions regarding my suit. Then… An address. Bring it there. I typed furiously. I’m not your personal shopper. That’s not in my job description. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then one final message:

One such individual, Designer K, was already eager to join forces with me for the project. Upon arriving at the mall, I promptly made my way to Designer Ray's boutique. This designer's brand held immense influence both domestically and internationally, with a clientele spanning the globe. To afford her clothing would require a fortune, making you a billionaire rather than a mere millionaire. Upon crossing the threshold of her boutique, her employees erupted in boisterous laughter. Instinctively, I looked behind me but found nothing to warrant their amusement. It soon dawned on me that I was the subject of their jests.

Chloe read it out to me. I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe that people are actually interested in all of this. What are they trying to make out of it? How does it have anything to do with them who he dates?" I asked Chloe. "Oh please Chloe. I just searched him up and he's a really popular media personality. He's rich. He's good looking. He's a CEO. And he has an art gallery, of course people are going to be interested in his life. He's really that amazing! But this article is weird....how can they call you Cinderella? And they are really quick! You just went out today. How were they able to get news of it so quickly?" Chloe asked me.

She thanked the women and passed the menu card to them after requesting a brief introduction. "I'm Eve. I'm twenty-four years old. I work in a tech company." she stated. She didn't tell them she was fired. "I'm Sherry. I'm twenty-five. I'm a model with Sporty-wear." the African American said and flipped her long black hair. Even nodded repeatedly. Sporty wear is the leading sportswear brand in the city. The model was loaded, Eve thought. She signalled to the chubby woman to go ahead. "I'm Grace. I'm a marketer," she said and smiled shyly. She then lowered her head.

She was to know the idiot who bought the new launch before her! Who gives the bastard the guts? She had made plans for the shoes and couldn't afford to lose them to whoever that bought the shoes. "Can you please tell me who bought all the shoes asked before, milady? " The secretary asked, before the shopkeeper could finish her words, She spotted a slender figure walking in with the company of five bodyguards and a shop worker. The lady quivers and lowers her head. "It... A crucial person. I can't be in the shoes to tell you that, madam” the shopkeeper said innocently. She was scared of losing her job!

“The doctor said that you can be moved in less than a week. So how about we just talk about how you want to decorate your living space.” “Decorate my living space?” she asked as she looked at him. She was confused by the way that he had described that instead of saying room like everybody else seemed to have here, she would have a living space? She knew over the past week, everybody had seemed to be a lot nicer to her. Even he had become more of a fixture in the medical Bay and not where he had been disappearing too beforehand. There was a lot of mystery around him, and right now, focusing on her mind, She was trying to figure out the mystery. She needed to find the mystery around herself