The alarm buzzed noisily and incessantly, over the twenty-two-year old spinster who tossed side to side across her bed. A pillow hovering over her head as she pressed them stubbornly between her ears, in an attempt to ignore her raging alarm.
Her phone suddenly began to chime as she flung an arm to push the snooze button on the alarm.
"Stop squeezing up pillows behind your ears and get your ass up, Sophie Chamberly," the voice cried from the other end of her phone, the moment she took the call. A sigh escaped her lips as she shoved strands of her black curls off her face.
"Joe, Is there any possibility that I can just, take the day off from being a mi-miserable entrepreneur and just…" she was cut off mid sentence as a scream erupt from the other end.
"Uh uh uh. I can't with you right now b*tch. You're not miserable and I'm half way to your crib, so you better get up and fix yourself, we have a big day ahead of us," Sophie let out a prolonged groan and she added.
"Do not bother coming here, Joe. You're fired," a sputter of chuckle broke in from her phone as he said.
"You know, you can't fire me, princess. I'm irreplaceable. Hurry up now b*tch, I love you, see ya," she disconnected the line as she chuckled.
"Joe. You crazy ass sissy," she muttered as she sprawled back over her bed and bury herself further under the duvet.
This, has become the life of Sophie Chamberly of late.
It wasn't easy to run a business. Hell, it was one hell of a job. She loved what she does and she has always had the assistance of her best friend, Joe. Having a gay friend was fun. Managing a business with one, was even more fun. Joe had been a great help from the genesis.
Well, they had both literally started this together. But Sophie was heavy on the finances which had come in handy from her allowances and personal savings from her father's old wealth.
Her father was once a big shot, a great deal in the city with a booming business in the brewery industry which kicked off great.
Unfortunately, he was set up and his business had to close down. He divorced her mother and then he went out of town.
Sophie was just like her father. She was an industrious woman with great ideas which stood as a sharp constrast to her mother who was proudly a model. Sophie had basically made something big out of something small. When she'd started making soups for sales, from the comfort of her kitchen. Well, literally her Aunt's kitchen. It wasn't so ideal to the outside world, at first.
Her mother, who was a super model despised the idea and pointed out that her own daughter was mediocre and unproductive, which definitely bruised the lass's ego.
Despite, her mother's unsupportive jabs. Sophie remained undeterred and was eager to prove her mother wrong.
It was now like a thing for her…It was literally her whole point of existing, like a task she felt she must do. It was why she got her own mortgage plan. Got her own house and her own money.
Now she's got her own business. The whole thing was her idea. She was one of the best pupil in her curlinary school and with her certificate it wasn't too hard to set up her own curlinary shop. Now it wasn't what it used to be. She was making massive sales and she has had to work ten times harder than before.
Joe also knows how to cook and she was teaching him how to make her recipes which had helped more than a great deal to lessen her struggles. Then she has a female assistant too to lighten the work and enable quicker deliveries.
It was a routine. Joe knows when she was feeling lazy like how she was at that moment.
Pressing the pillows to her ears at the ring of her alarm. Him calling to get her out of bed.
But today was special.
Sophie smiled as she unclapsed the folds of her duvet and she sprang up energetically, out of bed.
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The tyres of the black maybach car screeched noisily as they scraped the earth's surface in an attempt to make a stop. The car had just crawled into one of the biggest hospitals in Redmond city and Seattle at large.
A private one, that was owned by one of the most influential families downtown.
Sitting behind the wheels with dark eyes and a grip on the steering wheel, was a male figure. He let out quite an exhale.
One hand went up his hair as his fingers threaded smoothly and he shoved a few locks that fell loosely to his face. He reluctantly and slowly undid his seat belt but he remained unmoving and glued to his car seat.
There was the presence of another masculine figure who was seated in the passengers seat and he was engrossed with the papers he held in his hand, but he was very much conscious of the happenings around him.
"Why aren't you getting out?" His voice rang out without his eyes leaving the paper for one second. He was answered with grave silence and then he closed the papers.
"Come on, Nate. He knows you're visiting today…can't keep your old man waiting," he said again as he offered the mute man a harmless slap on the shoulder while he stepped out of the car himself.
A minute later, Nate finally stepped out of his car. His expression was slightly gravy and the atmosphere around him was heavy, anyone would be able to detect the cold aura he exuded. And for obvious reasons anyone that passed by him was wary of him.
They recognized who he was and that knowledge was enough to keep about anyone on their toes. As they went through the hallway heads kept craning to their direction. There was a sudden awareness of the masculinity that infiltrated the air.
The two males looked alike in their business like attires one could smell the ooze of wealth.
A young female who was wholly covered on a white garment and a telescope that hung over her neck quickly walked up to them as soon as she noticed their palpable presence.
"Mr Harrison," the female doctor called elated at the sight of Nate.
"Gil," she said shortly, acknowledging the presence of the other man that stood beside Nate.
"Your mother was just leaving, she didn't think you'd come," the doctor informed gently as she tried to maintain eye contact with him as well as a stable tone. Whereas, inwardly there was an internal battle going on within her.
This young man was not just intimidating by appearance, he was also breathtakingly beautiful…that was the perfect adjective to describe the gorgeous looking man right in front of her.
"Ok, Doc. How's the Chairman doing today?" It was the other handsome man she referred to as Gil, that asked, even with a smile. He was much more friendlier than his friend.