A/N: Basically this chapter is a glimpse into Brooke's life and how Tree Hill is her past. Or at least she thinks it is...
Chapter One
I'm Just A Girl
Ring. Beep. "Brooke?" She groaned softly and lifted her head off of her desk. She looked up to see Millicent her personal assistant and all around pain in the ass staring down at her.
"Hey! You are awake! Good I have these contracts that need to be signed sealed and delivered by tonight, and this is copy of what your magazine B. Davis will look like? Amazing huh?" she informed Brooke without ever losing her grin or catching a breathe. Brooke looked blankly at the magazine and then at her feet. She smiled at one of the biggest perks of being a fashion designer, shoes. She tilted her left ankle to get a good view of the stunning pick-me-up she bought that afternoon.
"Millicent, that all sounds absolutely amazing but I need some space so you can lay that on my desk and I'll make sure take care of it all." she said slowly never taking her eyes off her shoes.
"Ok! Oh and by the way some woman called from Tree Hill, she said was urgent that she speak to you. I told her you were to busy and that she should call back" she replied before turning on her heel to leave.
Brooke looked up and stopped her from leaving, "Wait! Did you get this woman's name?" she asked hurriedly, "Well no, but I got her number and she wants you to call her immediately." Millicent replied.
Brooke stuck her hand out for Millicent to give her the letter and went back to her paperwork, when she finally looked up she noticed her PA was gone and peered intently at the number scrawled across her own private stationary. Without another thought she balled it up and threw it in the trash. "Better not to rehash old choices" she murmured to herself and went back to work.