Hey guys! So this is just chapter one with a few adjustments. I reread the story and just changed Miley's age from 23 to 25. I'm going to be doing this to most of the chapters! I have chapters 11-15 done so I will try my best to upload on Saturdays.
Thank you! And don't forget to review! :*
If you take one look at my family, you would think I'm some spoiled little brat that gets everything she wants just by one phone call. Well, newsflash, that's not me. Yes all my clothes are pretty much designer clothes, and I drive the new Cadillac, and live in a very nice condo, but I didn't ask mommy or daddy to get me those things; I had to work my ass off!
Well, some of my clothes are from back in high school, which still fit me perfectly, so why need to buy a whole new closet? I bought my car and condo with the money I earn from my job.
Wow, I'm so rude, I didn't even introduce myself! Miley Cyrus here, I live in a city called, New York, you might have heard of it. You see, I started my own clothing line called Destiny, over the years it became very successful, and is now spread in most of the states through the east coast. If you think I'm some 30 year old woman, think again. I'm only 25. I went to NYU, and majored in business. I graduated a year early because of all the credits I was able to attain in high school.
"Miss Cyrus," my receptionist, Brenda, calls out as I walk into the lobby, "You have a phone call from your mother, and she says it's urgent,"
"Thank you Brenda, oh and I almost forgot, can you call Allure magazine and tell them that we're going to have to reschedule the meeting for this weekend instead of the next?" Brenda nods her head and before I know it, she's already talking to Allure.
"Miss Cyrus, Christian called and told us that the new summer line is ready, we just need you to go through it," I nod my head, taking the papers in the manila folder, from one of the clothing assistants.
"Um, Bret, did Susie say anything about the new fall fashion line their working on?" I ask, looking through the folder, stepping into the elevator.
"She said they were starting it on Thursday because some of the designs and cloths got mixed up,"
"Alright," I smile, "thank you." I step out of the elevator and greet everyone strolling through the halls with so many things on their minds. I finally walk into my office, but not before I greet my secretary slash best friend.
"So guess what boss?" Demi, my best friend since 1st grade, says to me as she follows me right to my office. I put my coffee and the folder down on my desk, my grey trench coat behind my leather chair, and my Prada bag, right next to my chair.
"I heard that someone might be getting a call from a certain celebrity's agent," I feel my body stiffen and my eyes widen at what my best friend just mentioned.
"You're kidding right?" I ask in disbelief. Demi shakes her head while a huge smile is plastered on that pale face of hers.
"That's incredible, who?" Demi stays silent, picking at her manicured nails, biting her lip to keep her from telling me who.
"Demi!" I whine, shaking her. "Nope, not gonna say, you're just gonna have to find out," she singsong as she skipped her way out of my office.
"Why did I hire my best friend as my secretary again?" I ask in no one in particular. Sighing, I log onto my computer, opening my email, finding new messages from magazines who want to model my clothes.
A few minutes later have passed, and the phone starts ringing with the little light showing that the lobby is calling me.
"Yes Brenda?" I answer, holding the phone while skimming through the new designs.
"Your mother called again, you want me to put her on?" I say a faint yes before hearing my mother speak.
"Darling," she spats out, "I've been trying to call you all morning but the phone lines are busy! Listen, I need you to come down to LA"
"Why?" I'm not really paying much attention to this conversation as I still look through the new line and try to make some changes on them.
"Demi!" I yell, covering up the speaking part of the phone. In a flash, the black headed girl is once again in my office.
"Run this over to design?" I whisper. She nods her head before walking out.
"So, can you?" whoa, I totally missed everything. "I'm sorry mom, I'm busy looking at the new summer line, can you explain again?" I press the speaker button, and put the phone back in its place.
"Well, your father and I are going on a business trip and I don't know who to leave Noah with. I mean, your grandma's still in Mexico with her friends, my sister just had her baby, and your dad's siblings all live out in Tennessee."
"Mom, what about the neighbors, oh, what about leaving her at a friend's house?" I plead.
"Miley please, she hasn't seen you in 2 years, and I just really want her to be in good hands, we're only going to be gone for 2, 3 months tops!"
She must be kidding me! 3 months! I have a deal to close with D&G, photo shoots, press conference, runways, interviews and so much more!
"3 months! Mom, I can't even be gone for one day let alone 3 moths!" I hear a sigh at the other end, and guilt washes over me.
"Ugh!" I can't believe I'm about to do this. "Ok, I'll take care of Noah," hearing my mother so happy just brings a smile to my face and warmth in my heart.
"Thank you so much Miley! I knew I can count on you! So, I need you to be here by Sunday, is that ok?" Hmm, well the Allure Magazine meeting isn't until Saturday, so.. "Yeah, that's fine," I quietly say my goodbyes.
"Demi!" I yell again, leaning back into my chair. "Boss?"
"Pack your bags, we're going to La…"
