Samantha Prescott Novels & Stories

Samantha Here I stood looking at the mirror, making sure my dress wasn't rough but smooth and straight. I was wearing an off shoulder pink body huge dress paired with a stunning black heels. My neck was bare ,my hair tied up in a messy bun . My whole look all thanks to my bestfriend who dress me up nicely. After I said yes to Mr DiCaprio we both layed on his soft silky bed cuddling. Yes we cuddle but keep our hands to each other much to my dismay.

I will get right on that. Danika Jackson- Finance. Jessica Mason- HR. Marisa Harrison- Development. Lindsay Daniels- Sales. And Tinsly Marsh is one of my secretaries. And they were all after Sam's job... or her place by my side. I'm going to be making a few calls before I go back up to see my girl again.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Justin said annoyed that someone was disturbing his peace. "So you came here to play games?" She said. Justin had to raise his head from his phone before he got a good look at the lady talking to him. She was a very tight jumpsuit that showed her back and exposed her tummy area. She wasn't putting on any bras and the way she licked her lips when she saw she had gotten his attention made Justin know that she was talking to him to get his attention indeed. "I'm Samantha," she said. "I'm going to use the gents," Justin said and walked away.

Lawrence glared at Darren, who was laughing. I looked up at the sound of some people laughing. Samantha walked in with Addison, next to her. They were laughing rather loudly, oblivious about all the heads they turned. Samantha had changed her outfit to a black tight-fitting bodycon dress, with thin straps. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves. "Hi!" Samantha greeted, eyeing Darren and Lawrence. They both stood up to greet her, Darren shaking her hand gently. "I'm Samantha," she introduced herself.

the secretary explains. "It turns out that she's a 17 years old girl. I also heard that she was recruited by a company that Damian owned as an intern but I don't think that's the case" the secretary added. Mr. Ivote smiled at what the secretary had said. "17, you say? My, that's quite young. I didn't know Mr. Castillo had that kind of standards" he said with a cold smile as he stared at the picture of Amelia. "Where is the spy that I sent?" Mr. Ivote asked and puts down the document on his desk.

The judges looked at each and had a silent conversation before looking back at her. "Okay, Miss Samantha. You have only five minutes to introduce yourself in your unique way. Your time starts now." Mr Johnson said and she hurriedly nodded at them. "Okay, I am Samantha Miller. I am a super model and have done modelling for many prestigious brands like Victoria secret and many more. I have always been a showstopper in all of my shows and have been invited as chief guest many times in shows like this. I have been the showstopper of London fashion week last year as well. I always wear branded clothes and accessories and try to maintain a sophisticated life. I am sure I am influencing many rising

, Samantha replied. "how dare you ! don't you know who I am? I said I want you to serve me and you must do as I say!" Bianca replied . "And who do you think you are if I may ask?" Victoria said looking at Bianca in a disgusting manner. "it's okay Victoria ,she happens to be my boss's secretary. I will serve her ",Samantha replied . "And what if she is your boss's secretary, what business does she have with commanding you at an event that does not concern her ?" Clara said in an ugly angry tone

No fruit preserves. Just then, the front bell jingled. And there she was. Samantha. Dressed to the nines in a velvet trench and a smug smile. Like she’d walked into a show she knew she’d already won. I stepped out from behind the counter. Slowly. Deliberately. Jess was on the move too with her eyes wide, and nostrils all flared up, she was angry. I was angry too. Maya? She just backed the hell up.

“I know the perfect boutique. They’ll deliver something stunning right to our doorstep.” Mia shook her head but didn’t argue. “Fine. Do what you want. I’m just going to sit here and wait.” As Samantha scrolled through her phone, she paused suddenly, her expression slowly turning into a mischievous smile. “Oh my goodness, Zac is kinda hot, by the way. Damn, that’s one fine man.” Mia frowned, confused. “What are you even talking about?” Samantha grinned, turning her phone so Mia could see. “Just look at that. 95 million followers and he barely even posts. How does he pull that off?”