[Megan's POV]
I woke up that morning feeling unmotivated, but I couldn't help but feel that it was going to be a good day.
I took a shower, got dressed in a black gown and some heels, put on some light makeup and headed for work.
I drove on the road for a short while before arriving.
I worked at a place called Premium beauty, as the name implied, my company dealt in cosmetics and makeovers, and I was the manager, as well as the owner. Although most people just saw me as the manager, I preferred it that way.
It was one of the largest cosmetics shops on the market, and required reservations to be accessed, reservations which would have been booked for weeks.
The amount of revenue I generated from the company each week was absurd, it funded my lavish lifestyle.
As I drove, thoughts about relationships and romance came to my head.
