Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

Small feet pattered across the marble floor as a little boy ran past me. “Richard!” his mother called after him. I stepped aside and watched them go. Something about the scene stirred a longing I couldn't quite place. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rivera,” a voice greeted. I turned to see a well-dressed woman in a black suit walking towards me. She held a tablet and wore a badge that read ‘VIP Concierge.’ “Welcome back, sir,” she said, halting before me. “I’m Anna, your personal shopping assistant for today. This way, please,” she gestured.

I didn't pay attention to them but I just kept my chin up as I walked past their table. I hadn't even gotten close to the coffee I was buying when I was surprised when a gossipy woman appeared next to me. "Hi! Can I ask a question?" "What?" I asked when I got close to the coffee I was buying."Vanilla." I told the shopkeeper. "Right, you're Mandy Yu? The daughter of the owner of Sumex?" It's insurance. I looked at it with a cursed look."Yeah! It's me, why?" He looked at his friends at the table."I told you! It's him." He said softly to his friends.

Four Years Later, "Let's go in." The click-clack of high heels echoed through the white building as a new figure stepped out of the car. All eyes were drawn to the dress that fluttered in the wind, its owner possessing a clear and serene face. This was Clara, the owner and ambassador of a world-renowned cosmetics brand. Clara was invited to an exclusive event for a fashion brand, celebrating the grand opening of their new building. As an ambassador, Clara, surrounded by a life of luxury, had captivated the world.

“Someone helps you shop?” “I’ve dealt with two men’s clothing stores in Chicago for a few years. My personal shopper knows what I like.” “I’ve never met anyone with a personal shopper and wardrobe consultant. My God, you must be filthy rich.” He skirted the rich issue. “Do you think I’m a pansy-ass because I care how I look?” “No. Those shoppers are worth every penny because you always look smashing.” “Smashing?” Jack groaned. “Fuck. That word makes me sound like a metrosexual.”

The VIP fitting room in the exclusive luxury boutique was quiet and intimate — soft lighting, mirrored walls on three sides, and a plush velvet chaise in the corner. Sabrina stood in the center, tablet in hand, trying to stay professional. At 20 years old, she was one of the youngest personal shoppers at the boutique, and landing a private session with Klaus Reinhardt — the ruthless 38-year-old billionaire known for his impeccable taste and even more impeccable reputation — was a huge opportunity.

But her face is looking familiar. "Hello" I replied. I don't know who is she but she is looking quite important by her aura. "Who are you? I haven't seen you before" She asked casually. "Chief's personal accountant" I replied, she is making me nervous. She raised her eyebrows at me. "Hmm... Mind me asking from where you purchased this dress?" I gulped looking at my dress and then to her. "It's a__ i didn't but it___ Someone gave me this dress."

“No, that’s not what I meant” “I understand it can be a bit overwhelming to experience such wealth but you’ll get used to it. My name is Rebecca Sloane and I’ll be your personal shopper for the day. I’ll leave you to get started on etiquette with Berta then we can begin the day with a few shopping for casual wear since you don’t have any formal event coming up.” “Okay.” Iris sighed since she knew there was nothing she could do to object to the plans that were already made for today.

“I should have told you earlier but you were gone when I stepped out of the shower.” What was he talking about? “You should have told me what?” I asked confused. “I have a personal shopper and I sent her your size. She will have everything you need waiting when we get there.” Who the fuck had a personal shopper? And I would have loved this information before I gave myself a headache trying to pack. “I better return this then.” I turned to walk back to my room when he stopped me. “Leave it. No one will be coming in here anyway.” He stretched out his hand and I took it “let’s go.”

a voice greeted. I thrashed my head in front, to see a lady slowly getting up from a couch. She held shopping bags.I looked down at my body, I was naked. I mechanically pulled up the blood stained covers, using it to cover my bosom.“Who the fuck are you? Where is Jake? How, How did you get in here?”“Ma’am,I am Mr Jake’s personal shopper. He wanted you to have these.” She came closer, placing the shopping bags on the bed.I frowned.

I explain to her. “Well, that's pretty smart. Look, whatever Iannis has planned, we'll figure it out, and even if we don't, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. We need to find out who the Adairs are, and they are the only way.” She tells me. “Yes, I know you're right. A personal shopper is going to come by five so you can pick an outfit; your hair and makeup should arrive an hour later; it's all been arranged.” I tell her and she looks surprised.