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Ruby Wyatt's POV

The plane touched down in New York at 9:54 pm. I arrived New York late. All because I forgot some stupid iPod and headphone. Well, you can't blame me. My love for music is undying and so rushing back to my mum's place for my iPod was though stupid but worth the while. I just had to wait for the second batch and explain to the manager about the issue with a little fib in the whole story.

Silly, you still haven't introduced yourself.

Shut the fuck up!

So, I'm Ruby Wyatt.

Yeah, they already know so that skip the boring stuffs and get to the real deal will ya?

Shut the fuck up, okay? Stupid inner voice. So I'm Ruby Wyatt and...

She's 21 and she's a boring old hag for a plain Jane.

I said shut up!

I wonder how I got stuck up with you.

Feeling's mutual, bitch.

Anyway, I just finished college and I'm really in need of a job. Mum advised me to tryout a few companies and turns out I got one. As a personal assistant. Pretty great, huh.

For a dumb bag of stuffing like you.

Urrgh!

You're stuck with me, bitch!

Whatever. Pretty unfortunately, the job was in New York so I had to come here for the interview which was surprisingly tomorrow. I've got to prepare then. I sighed and dialed my sister.

"Hey, kiddo". I cringed. My sister, Rachael Wyatt was three years older than I was but still remained my role model. She graduated a criminal lawyer from Harvard Law and was a fifth year associate in Pearson Hardman. Quite badass, if you ask me.

I, on the other hand, pursued a bachelor's degree in international relations and a simple job that didn't consume my time and energy was what I termed as a good life. Dad hadn't approved of that idea though. Mum just went with whatever my heart told me. I was one to trust my instincts and my sister did too.

One of the few things we had in common.

"Don't call me kiddo. You're only three years older than I am", I pouted even if I knew she couldn't see me. I could imagine her grinning at my statement.

Idiot.

"Whatever. So 'sup, Rae?", I asked, feeling bored.

"Nothing much. So I met this guy a few weeks ago". Now I'm intrigued.

"And you didn't deem it fit to let me know from the very first minute you met", I scolded like an older one.

See people, old hag.

Urrgh!

"He is actually fun to be with", she replied ignoring my rambling. "His name's Mike Ross. He works at the company that I work but he's a first year associate. And he's incredible and great and awesome in bed__"

"Eek... My innocent ears!", I fake cried. And grinned.  "Enough of you, frickin' guess what!", I squealed in delight.

"What's getting your ovaries in a knot?", she asked.

And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. My extremely smart ass sister. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm in New York! I'm at a hotel. Wait, don't say it, I'm gonna move over to your place by weekend. But that's not the best part yet", I squealed again and could imagine her cringing and holding her cellphone and few metres away from her ear.

"You do realize that I have my Bluetooth on me?"

All the better.

"Whatever. So the best part yet is that I saw an ad for the position of personal assistant in New York and I applied. Turns out, it's gonna be at Pearson Hardman. Ta-da! I'm gonna be working where you work too! Isn't it great?" I squeaked.

"Wow, congrats! You're one lucky bitch, aren't you?", she said, happy for me.

"I know, right? Well, expect me at your office tomorrow. I'm gonna make your life a living hell when I arrive", I chuckled. I could hear her groan on the other side.

"My life's full of shitty living hells to last eternity so I'm not gonna care a damn", she replied. "Well, if you're gonna work here, I think I should brief you on your new boss. Grumpy, god awfully handsome, hot, drop-dead-live gorgeous and stinkingly rich. But like I said l, he's grumpy. He doesn't smile and unfortunately has a slutty actress for a wife. Don't step on his nerves". I gulped.

"Not to put fright in you, you'll really enjoy working with him". I felt a snicker escape her lips.

"Fine, I'll brace myself for the shit hole of hells I'm gonna experience in a few days time", I sighed.

You'd better, dum- dum.

"We really should meet and celebrate this. Text me your hotel location and I'll pick you up. We're going clubbing", she whooped  loudly which makes me wonder at times if my sister was really a Criminal lawyer.

"'Kay, I will right after I call mum and dad", I reply.

"'Ssokay, will be waiting. Bye, kiddo", she cooed and I rolled my eyes. The call ended and I dialed my mother to inform her of my arrival.

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Carl Hardman's POV

I sat at the one of the five star clubs, The Trigger Lounge, with my friend and close partner. Darby Pearson wasn't entirely a whizz kid in law but he knew a thing or two and having this merger was a fine idea indeed.

The bartender tries to get my attention by showing off her boobs spilling out of her shirt that was so tight, one could choke to death in it. Can't blame her though, I mean, come on, I'm Carl Hardman. The hottest, youngest and richest CEO in the country.

The tabloids have it that I'm a a ruthless bachelor. Despite the fact that I'm married.

"Bro, what's bugging you? Is it about Maddie?", Darby asked.

Madison Turner, my 'wife' was the least of my problems right now. At least my family finally realized how slutty that bitch that they forced on me could be. I don't care about her anyway. Her purpose to me was to serve the paps some info and to take out on lavish galas.

"That slut. I'm already tired of having to defend her way out of jail in court. She's dead to me. But no, that's not what's bugging me", I replied.

"The Carrillo contract is, right?", he asked and I nodded.

He was about to say something when the ring of a cellphone stops him short. It's mine. I excuse myself and step out of the bar.

"Hello?", I say.

"Mum?", the beautiful voice of a girl replies. But that doesn't make me frown. It's the fact that she called me mum.

"Who is this?", I ask.

"You're not my mother. Who the fuck are you?". I'm taken aback.

Fact two, bro. She just insulted you.

I know.

Nobody dared to speak back at me, not to talk of insulting me.

"Listen girl, I don't know who you are. I don't effing care. But the next time you say anything provocative at me, you'll wish you never placed a call to me", I growl in anger.

"Oh, I'm scared. Now you listen, I also don't give a fuck about who you are. Like heck, I care. I placed a call to my mum, not you. If you try to hurt her, if you are there with her,I'll kill you. Got that", she snap and end the call.

Who the heck was that?

I place a call to my trusted private investigator, Blaine.

"Boss?"

"I need you to track my last call and dig up on the caller", I say as I turn into the bar.

"Consider it done,boss" Blaine replies.

"I need it on my desk 7am sharp".

"No problem, sir".

"My warmest regards to Lois", I say and end the call.

Now back to my drink.

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So this is another book I'm writing. Hope you like it. I think it sucks though 'cause I've never written a POV before.

The cover is still in construction but I don't have any suitable cover. So I'd love some cover suggestions. I'd deeply appreciate it.

~ Valerie Jolie ~