"So here's the plan, SEXY ME are planning to work with my new company in country C and they need a stylist and I thought of no one but you," Joan looked at the man in her sight and saw all he planned.
"What do you really want Mr Lewis," Hearing her address him by his Professional name stung his heart but he choose to let it slide. He wanted her to notice him but it seems that she never got the message of what he was trying to show.
"You work for me in my new company but as a stylist, you're gonna start small but you'll eventually get to style celebrities like Akriti, Judah and Savannah."
"Fists thing first I hate Judah, she feels like she always on top and treats people like trash." Lewis could only laugh at the funny expression she made expressing her hate on Judah.
"She's on top my dear; she's rich and her talent and passion of music that brought her where she is…Mmmh"
"Come to think of it, we are all selfish in some way… so don't be quick to judge just by reading all that trash on the internet." Now sitting on his desk Lewis gave her a big file in which looked like she would get muscles by carrying it.
"Go think about it, we still have time… oh, and the meeting will be held tomorrow you have the remaining hours to think, I need the answer tomorrow morning." He made himself clear and got serious with work not even looking at her anymore.
Walking out of his office was a confused Joan who had no time to notice people looking strangely at her. Her co-workers treated her differently and still had no friend in the office.
Pretty everyone hated her because she had the bosses favour. Sitting in a taxi Joan looked at the huge billboards that successful young women smiled showing their pretty faces and good figures.
Fame is what most of people dream of and she was one of them. She wanted to show everyone that she could also shine like the stars above. But when will that happen when she's got nothing to show off.
Her dressing style was pathetic and no one would like to listen to someone wearing crap. It's like nowadays we get listened to by how we appear, face, status and a people will judge you by what you wear.
Paying her taxi fare she went down the car and walked the remaining distance. The area she leaved had middle class families and she never liked any bit of it.
Just by looking at them they made you feel poor. She had such a life and she was much richer than them but she never got to feel how it felt to brag about what you have.
Some high school girls walked out of a boutique shop carrying different types of designs and she couldn't help and got in of the shop.
Every type of cloth screamed high price and she dared not to walk closely. Different types of girls were there some her age some older but looked gorgeous and had no fear of exposing their perfect figures in public. She walked in the mirror and looked at herself… her Curly hair that she didn't remember when she visited a salonist. Her now thin cheeks that looked like she had malnutrition, she hated every bit of it.
Slowly touching her clothes which were, a buggy blue sweater paired with baggy denim trouser that looked like it may fall off any time and black worn out converse. She was so into her dressing that she failed to notice the sales lady next to her who looked at the girl with pity.
"Listen here baby, life is not all about everything you may not have everything now but in the future you may be rejoicing in what you've ever wanted,"
"Do you like your job here?" the lady looked at her through her reflection on the mirror turning her so she could face her.
"I don't but so what… let me tell you something child, not everyone likes what they do… they just do it just to have a good future but if you get to work in a job that you like, you better work hard no matter the challenges,"
The lady looked at her with a twinkle on her eyes; she was a positive middle age. She carried hope with her every were she went,
"All this ladies here are enjoying their parent money…and there is no sweet money like the money that made out of sweat, blood and money." She finished and walked away to attend a customer.
"I accept the offer," what could go wrong.
( those celebrities are made up)