Pretty And Paid Novels & Stories

I smirked and she sighed. "Mr. Loca- oh f*** being polite, look Sky I don't want to work with you or anything to do with you. If you want me to pay 700.000$, just give me your bank account number and let me go. I'm so stupid, ugly, crazy and annoying to be your PA, I might steal your money so just let me go before I do that." She said as she faced me and I can't help but laugh. Oh my gosh this girl is hilarious.

(Park Zuo Yung) She really does made a good deductions and by now, I am quite satisfied with her trains of thought and calculations. I supposed she is serious about being my Assistant, although the positions were just my Assistant, but honestly being one will actually made her higher up on the power level and status inside Virtue Financial, which she could even fought against Catherine if she wanted to. This positions is actually a coveted positions, but with her capability and background it was understandable if she doesn’t want to take up the offers, But let’s be honest a starting salary that I offered to her is 240 000 dollars a year.Which no PA has ever get that many of money, on top of

"That's not true, they all can't recognize your beauty because you try so much to hide any similarities with Lila. What's the good news?" "Well, it's kind of a good and bad news. Mr Black hired me as his PA this afternoon. He did so in the most unconventional manner, making sure to make me feel extremely stupid. What matters the most is that the pay is about three times of my current one," Grace smiled.

Be ready by 8. ME: I’m off the clock. JAX: $2,000 if you show up looking decent. I stared at the screen. ME: Not interested. JAX: 3000 dollars. Last offer. ME: So, I’m your paid arm candy now? His reply came instantly. JAX: Is that a yes? ME: yes JAX: So, you do have a price. I rolled my eyes and just threw the phone to my counter. By the time 8PM rolled around, I stood in front of the mirror in a sleek, borrowed black dress that Vanessa had hidden in the back of her closet. If I was going to be earning 3000 dollars by being his hand candy, then I must look good while doing it.

We can use this card to pay for our meals. - But, sir, I already have a business credit card. - You do? Have you used it already? - No, sir. - Way? Does that mean you paid for the coffee and clothes you're wearing today with your own money? - Yes, sir. - Wait, you mean you only bought that dress? Saphira blushes. You are young, and you don't know how to take advantage of the benefits that the PA job offers. My PA has to dress well for meetings and can't always wear the same outfit. People will think I don't pay you enough, and I am talking about expensive clothes.

😊 T- You went shopping without me? Payton- No, no! Get this- I have a walk in closet with a dozen new shirt and dresses now! T- You lucky thing! Are they designers?! Payton- Oh yeah. And the price on each if them is basically the monthly rent from my old apartment. T- Jesus, that's insane! And he bought them just for you? Payton- I'm not sure, haven't asked him yet. Maybe they were there before? T- Yeah, because we all know how much he loves to walk around in dresses.

“Your profile is an exact match for what they were looking for. And as per the agreement, the agency has already sent the advance.” I froze. I stupidly thought I’d have more time — while simultaneously wishing everything would move faster. But wait… did she say— “The advance?” I asked. “What advance?” “Yes! It’s already in your account. The family pre‑approved it. It’s meant to secure you, if you will. Their contract was set up to trigger the payment automatically as soon as we had a match — they had very specific requirements.” Beth kept talking, but my brain snagged on one phrase.

Melisa replied, sliding a gold-edged card across the counter. Justina looked at it like it was a used tissue. “Ma, that’s a lot of process. The card you should be giving me is either a debit or credit card, not some business card… this place ain’t no charity organization looking for donations ma” Melisa’s smile vanished. “Excuse me?” “You came to buy a dress,” Justina said, her tone sharp, “Please pay if you want the dress.” “Are you crazy? Do you know who I am?”

"So, if I'm with you from now on, does that mean it's free?" Federick was speechless. His tender gaze shattered. He inhaled sharply, his laughter tinged with frustration. "Rosalie, I just poured my heart out to you, telling you you're the only one for me. And here you are, worried about saving a few bucks?" "It matters!" I insisted, feeling a mix of indignation and pity for myself, "I'm flat broke! If I still have to pay when I'm penniless." I waved the black credit card in my hand, giving him puppy-dog eyes: "So, can I swipe your card instead?"

the woman says, looking slightly less sure of herself than she did a minute ago. Justin pulls out his wallet and shows her his ID. “I’m Justin Benoit. I own this hotel, and I want the penthouse suite for tonight. I understand that it’s reserved, but if it’s not too much trouble for you, maybe you could do your job and see if they’ve checked in yet.” Her whole face goes deathly pale as her fingers swing into motion. “Yes, sir,” she says. After a few seconds when I start to feel sorry for her, she says, “No, they haven’t checked in yet, sir.”