A/N: Hey guys! So, I tried to pull this as an Emison story, but life happens and now it's a Hannily story. My sincere apologies for not updating "All The Memories" and "Life Goes On", I don´t have much ideas for those stories, for real. Ya y'know my struggle, freaking writer's block! :'(
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By the way, I'm sorry for any mistake, English isn't my native language!
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She stepped out of the bus, wiping her tears as she held with her hands her two big suitcases that had all her clothes and important stuff. After being put on shame on her town and her family by her sexuality thanks to her supposed best friend, Mona Vanderwaal, Emily Fields had to leave Rosewood and moved to Philadelphia to have a fresh start. Sure she was just graduated, and also she had some offers from universities to get on them with a full scholarship, but she didn't have enough money to spend the next 5 years of any career that she wanted to study. Plus, her mom was ashamed of her that she doesn't care if Emily have money or not, because her daughter has an 'unnatural behavior according to God's rules'. But she was already a freak and unnatural person for her parents since the first ultrasound; because they thought they would have a boy when they saw a small penis between the fetus legs.
Unfortunately, seven months after that ultrasound, turned out that the Fields had a girl with a penis. A baby girl with a penis. Basically a freak, according to their beliefs.
Now Emily Fields is in Philadelphia and she's unemployed, nervous, homeless, hungry, sad and afraid.
The last thing she wanted to do is staying on a shelter, not because she was afraid of homeless people; it is because people of the place can steal her belongings and it would be a very bad situation for her. She only had her College savings, no more than 50,000 dollars and her personal account, with 3,000 dollars. Emily's parents were really smart when they decided to open two bank accounts for her, leave her take the money when she was 18 and also, made her save money.
By now, she was ok if she managed her money properly and with a good job, she would be able to save a bit more each year and have a bachelor degree or do something that she liked.
After cleaning her eyes with a baby wipes that she had on her pocket, Emily headed to the bank where she had her money and talked to the manager. He was okay to transfer College savings to Emily and give her a debit card, so she would use it when she needed it. Emily felt less nervous having money; and she made sure to leave the bank with enough cash to find a small apartment or room and to buy basic things like food and personal care.
"Miss Marin, they're here. Do you want to see them now of after drinking your coffee?" A shy brunette woman called Spencer Hastings talked to a blonde woman, who snapped her fingers and looked at her secretary with bored eyes.
"My coffee and the girls, now Hastings. I don't have all the day." The blonde said slightly angry as she dropped her eyes to her iPhone 6 plus screen and tapped on it, sending a couple of mails to her VIP clients. Her life was so boring now that she had a lot of money and she could have or do whatever she wanted just mentioning her name, or even with a look.
Being Hanna Marin wasn't something that someone would want to, because her life was quite… Mysterious, if it can describe what came next. She was the CEO, owner and creator of the biggest call girls agency in all PA State: 'Lemonade Kisses'. But you must be wondering "why that name?" It is because Hanna loves drinking pink lemonade. Plus, the name sounds innocent, despite what can happen after you call there with enough money and ready to have an unforgettable night.
The clicks of 20 pairs of high heels made the blonde boss block her iPhone and look to all the beautiful girls in front of her. (As a side note, Hanna had an obsession with high heels that started after she bought her first pair of black Steve Madden pumps. She could guess the number of heels pairs by just hearing its sounds). She smirked as she eyed the different youngsters in front of her blue icy eyes, nodding as she walked in front and back of them, with her coffee in her hands. Thinking like a client and as an entrepreneur and after she checked them, Hanna approved all of the girls, judging them by a very strict criteria: Hair, cleavage, breasts, legs, faces, eyes, noses, bottoms, hands, nails, hair-do's, make-up, smiles, lips and voices. After all, they still needed the STSD's tests, vaccinations, being on birth control pills; and more group interviews, photo shoots, individual interviews to know what kinks they had at sexy times and more stuff for the call girl business.
Hanna dismissed the girls with a move of her hand and Spencer guided them to a special room, where they had to change clothes again and do a photoshoot. The blonde looked to the window while she drank her small cup of strong black coffee with 4 sugar spoons and a pinch of cream, just like her ex boss liked. She knows the business very well because she was a former call girl. This was a secret for almost anyone who knew Hanna.
Around 6 pm, Emily arrived to a small coffee shop in Philly's downtown and ordered a large decaffeinated latte and a chicken sandwich. That would be her last meal until the next day. After sitting next to the window, rain started to pour and she sighed loudly. "I should have brought my umbrella" the tanned girl said to herself as she sipped her coffee and enjoyed the view of rain. It gave her a little calm and soon, she started to think about her resume. She had to put that she had scholarships offers on universities like UCLA, USC, Stanford and Danby; service experience as volunteer on Haiti and her local church, that she was the third among senior class and other stuff.
While Emily was drinking her coffee, a blonde entered to the same coffee shop where she was, ordering a mint and honey hot tea. The blonde woman glanced at Emily while she pushed her hair behind her ear, deciding to talk to her and try to convince her to work for her. Hanna thought that Emily was the perfect girl for her business: tall, beautiful, innocent, quiet and also gifted with a killer body. The tanned girl kept staring the blonde, who sat down just in front of her. The mysterious woman smirked to Emily and placed her large cup of tea in front of her.
"You know, for being a young and cute girl, you're quite alone" Hanna said with a big confidence, making Emily blush and nod a bit.
"Well yeah, I just arrived to Philly in the morning" Emily replied, sipping her coffee again.
"You're new here? Cool. Do you have a job or just came for vacations to the big city?" The blonde snickered again as she played with a lock of her blonde hair, waiting quite eagerly for Emily's answer.
"Oh, I was thinking of drop some resume tomorrow at some stores or fast food chains. I need the money" Even Emily surprised herself when she said that, blushing again; thing that made Hanna smile bigger.
"Here, have my card just in case the job offers are not good enough for you. I need some employees for my enterprise, and I think you could qualify" As Hanna rose up from the couch, she handed Emily a small white business card with her name, Hanna Marin, phone and the words 'Lemonade Kisses'. "Call ASAP; you'll miss a great deal if you don't take this chance"
The blonde smiled to Emily as she walked away, heels clicking on the wooden floor and then, the sound of thunder made Emily decide go back to home. As she walked to her rented room, she eyed the card a bit suspicious, but she needed the job soon. When Emily arrived to her room, she dialed Hanna's phone and the blonde picked it up.
"Hello, miss Marin?" Emily asked with her voice shivering, thing that made Hanna smile and nod.
"Yes, who is this?" Hanna already knew that it was the girl at coffee shop, because it was an unknown number; but she wanted to tease that tanned girl for a while.
"It's me, the girl of the coffee shop... I want the job" Emily said with a shaky voice, biting one of her nails as she spoke with the blonde.
"Tomorrow go to the address I'll text you now and be there at 10:30 am. Plus, be sure to have all day free, because the interview will be very long. We'll have a brunch at 1 pm for all applicants, so don't have an abundant breakfast. Please bring a folder with a photocopy of your ID, both sides, your ID as well, social welfare or insurance ID photocopy with both sides and the number of it, 4 small pictures of you and arrive dressed sexy, but classy. Oh, and be ready to talk about stuff like arts, science, history, economy, entertainment, culture... The two last requirements are important to get the job. Good luck tomorrow!" Hanna had to hang the phone and sip a glass of pineapple juice, because she was actually thirsty. After all, she never spoke so long with a pause to sip some drink or just be quiet for a while.
Deciding that 10 pm was a decent time to go to sleep, Hanna put on a light pink nightshirt, cleaned and washed her face, turned on the bed warmer and set up the alarm for 8 am. She always woke up at that time, because she hated waking up earlier. The blonde opened the covers of her king sized bed and lay between them, turning off the lights and the bed warmer with a small remote controller. Then, she closed her eyes and fell asleep deeply, thinking about that cute and quite shy brunette that she saw at coffee shop.
When Hanna hang up the phone, Emily sat down on her small bed and took off her clothes, put on an old shirt that she found on her duffel bag and fell asleep, setting the alarm for 8:30 am, so she would have enough time to get dressed and gather all the documents that she needed for apply for the job. The tanned brunette wasn't so sure about that job, but she needed it and if she liked it, she would work for a year and then, go to a university of her choice. And while she worked, she could practice swimming once or twice in a week on a local gym or public pool. Those were her plans for her life from that day.