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The billionaire looks et dressed I aet whereood et my heels back onto my feet

When I am dressed, I stand at attention I know my hair is a mess and I can feel the mascara on my cheeks Since there is no mirror, I can’t see what I look like I certainly feel like a mess

“Go back to your apartht’s sleep A car will pick you up at 9 AM sharp From there, you will start your first day at your new position,” Mr Peak says as he pours himself a drink

I openquestions running throughand just leave his office The elevator doors are already open as though they have been waiting for me

My body leans against the back of the elevator The doors close and I begin to descend back down to Earth Oh oing to happen to me tomorrow?

Bing! Bing! Bing!

I jolt my head out of bed Where aital alarins to race I realize that today is Saturday Then the fateful events of yesterday co back into my head

Mr Peak is sending a car for e fund boss What my day will be like is a total mystery to me As I jump into the shower, mya car? Where are we going? Maybe I will be seeing his house I have never been in a billionaire’s mansion before Hell, I don’t think I have even been in a millionaire’s home either

As I jump out of the shower, I fall into an i to wear! My closet is a mess of dirty clothes, jeans, shirts, a few dresses and an avalanche of shoes, heels and sneakers

Since Mr Peak isformal and colorless Black and white does not offend anyone I put on my black dress with my last white blouse It’s 8:50 Fuck! I don’t have time to do my hair the way I want it I keep my make-up tasteful and opt for pink lipstick Red will be a little too much But maybe Mr Peak will like a little red on me? Oh God, I don’t have the time to debate lipstick inside of my own head!

It’s 9AM I’m never ready on time I walk out the door with my black Prada heels inthat Mr Peak will have e truck pick-up rumbles up and down the alleyway behind my Venice Beach apartment

As the garbage truck passes by my place, I put on e silver sedan pull up in the alleyway Oh my God Is that a Rolls-Royce?! I have seen them around Rodeo Drive You don’t see those cars around Venice Beach

I walk down the stairs The driver gets out He is an Asian man dressed in a sharp black suit “Hello Ms Salamuri,” the driver says as he opens the door for me I want to ask hiet inside of the car

The driver doesn’t waste a second He trots back into the driver’s seat and takes off I look around the the interior of this car This doesn’t even look like the inside of a car I feel like I am inside someone’s home

I notice my reflection in front of lass divider between myself and the driver The driver speeds onto Venice Boulevard, headed towards Santa Monica Perhaps we are going back to the office and Mr Peak is sih to offeron here Da in the backseat of a 400,000 car

Right now, I’ inside this exquisite autoirl I lean back and look out of theAs we sit at a light, I notice all the other drivers staring at the Rolls-Royce They are probably wondering who is sitting back here For a moment, I actually start to feel like a rich and i!

The Rolls-Royce turns onto Lincoln Boulevard It’s obvious now that we are not headed towards the office I keep looking at the other drivers as they gawk at the ultra-luxury sedan I really don’t want this feeling to end

The driver ht onto Ocean Park Boulevard, headed east away from the ocean Perhaps Mr Peak lives in Beverly Hills or Bel-Air? Maybe I ale with anticipation