Flirting With Disaster
Task Three: Meet the Subjects

The Plaza Hotel
Jakkob's Beauty Salon
Monday, April 25th
17.20

"Oh my God, it's been so long since I had my hair blown out" Claire exhaled as she shook her head, letting her long blond hair fly around as she stepped out of the Jakkob's Hair Salon, looking fantastic.

The two girls had their hair trimmed, blown out, and styled in a very chic and elegant way, and their face was made up into a smoky eye effect for Massie and in a very 60's way for Claire, making her look very Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.

The two were wearing sweats, which they defined as 'home attire'. As they walked towards the elevator and headed to their penthouse suite, they admired their fabulous face and hair, imagining how it would have looked with their new dresses they had bought especially for the party.

The elevator ringed as their doors opened. The two girls headed towards their suite room, opened the door and felt the blast of air conditioned wind stroking their naked arms, which immediately gave them goosebumps.

"Shit, we only have fifty minutes left!" Massie's mouth was half open for the shock and hurried to grab her choice of dress for the event. It was a beautiful Versace white one shoulder sleek empire dress. She then grabbed her favorite new silver shoes from Jimmy Choo as well as the Adriana Orsini silver bangle bracelet and the silver David Yurman necklace that was closed inside a velour navy blue hard case.

She headed towards the bathroom and posed her dress on the bathrobe hanger by the door. She then brushed her teeth carefully enough to not ruin her make up. Her lips were not tinted so she didn't care if toothpaste ruined her lips.

When she was done, she spat the toothpaste in the sink and gargled with tap water before spitting out that too. She dried her lips with a towel by tapping, and then grabbed her Yves Saint Laurent red lipstick and brush, so that she could put it on perfectly.

Once she was done, she sprayed deodorant and slipped on her white silk dress that was three inches shorter than her bony knees. She looked fantastic in it, she had to admit it herself. She didn't touch her hair at all because she knew that hands contained natural ointments and it would turn her hair dirty in just a matter of a few touches.

When she was done, she sprayed some Chanel N.19 on her neck and behind her eats. She stared at herself in the mirror once again, and when she was done, she slid on her bracelets and hooked on her necklace.

"You ready?" Massie asked as she stepped off the bathroom, and opened the wardrobe by the door. She grabbed her micro Fendi red clutch, putting all of her needed things inside.

"More than," Claire flashed an evil smile, as she put on a pair of Onyx black David Yurman earrings. "Are you ready to rock the party? Tonight is the night"

"Are you kidding me? Never been this anxious about something." Massie stated as she jumped on the couch. She checked her phone to see the time, and her eyes were wide open for the surprise. "Gee, we're so fast. We still have ten minutes left"

"Let's turn the music on" Claire proposed. It was necessary if she wanted to loosen up for a party. The two danced for six long minutes, and when they were done, they walked towards the door ready for action.

The Frick Museum
New York, New York
Monday, April 25th
18.15

"This place is amazing. Right where I belong" Massie said as she entered the museum, feeling right at home. She shook her head to let her long hair wave around and headed towards the party.

It was classy, chic, and beyond elegant. Some frivolous fancy classical music was being played by a famous orchestra as the people that represented the upper class society danced and sipped champagne.

The connection Massie had with these filthy rich people, managed to get them a seat by Derrick Harrington, Cameron Fisher, and finally the richest; Christopher Plovert. The escort got the girls to follow him to the table by the orchestra, and there they saw the victims who were sitting down and laughing.

"Mr Harrington, Fisher and Plovert; these are Massie Block and Claire Lyons." The escort presented them as she read their names from a seating plan.

The boys looked up, most definitely looking interested and intrigued. Chris looked at them like they were food, which kind of disgusted Claire, but his money definitely made up for it.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Derrick Harrington" Derrick shook his hand with Massie first. He definitely looked interested in her, which didn't surprise Massie at all, because he was into the dark haired girls with classy facials features and model like bodies.

"Massie Block, pleasure to meet you" Massie pulled off a faint English accent. She sounded believable enough, which was good enough for Massie. She sat down next to Derrick as Claire sat next to Chris Plovert. There was a place in between Chris and Cam.

"My name is Claire Lyons" Claire shook hands and kissed both of Chris Plovert's cheeks. The way the French did it. The light French accent gave the final touch to make it sound believable.

"I'm Chris Plovert." Chris said raising both his eyebrows, letting her know that she was pretty hot and someone he would actually consider taking to bed.

"Cam Fisher" Cam shook both Claire's and Massie's hands.

"Where are you guys from? Never seen you around" Derrick Harrington asked the question as he slid the caviar on the knife.

"I'm from Paris, but my family is from Irish and French origins. My père owns a... how do you say?" Claire asked as if the word was on the tip of her tongue. She turned to Massie for help. The truth was she completely forgot what her parents were supposed to be. She was twisting the plan so much because she spaced out on what to tell them.

"A law firm" Massie came to the rescue with a close mouthed smile. "Since the 1930s."

"Exactly. Massie is my best friend, she knows everything about me, maybe even more" Claire smiled, thanking her for the rescue.

"How long have you two known each other for?" Chris asked, completely captivated by Claire's charm.

"Swiss Boarding School. She was my roommate. Then we went to Oxford University together, so about ten years or more" Claire replied, making sure to remember the lies she told.

"Swiss Boarding School? Really? Which one? I've attended TASIS for a year. The American School in Switzerland? That was before I got kicked out for marijuana possession" Chris mentioned, regretting it right after. She could have been one girl he really liked, and letting her know these things about his past kinda bothered him.

"Le Rosey" Massie answered for Claire. Fortunately she had done her research unlike Claire.

"I've heard lots about it." Chris nodded.

"Yeah, well."

"What do your parents do?" Derrick Harrington asked Massie this time. Cam Fisher didn't even bother listening, instead he just checked his glass of wine checking if it was either empty or full.

"My father is a publisher. Owns the company in Germany, and my mother owns a really big art gallery in Berlin" Massie calmly invented as she got inspired by the Vermeer painting on the wall. It was supposed to be Hungary but who cared anymore?

"Wow, and what are you doing in New York?"

"We decided to pursue our career in fashion here. We haven't started anything yet, mostly because this was totally unplanned" Massie replied, owning the conversation.

"Is that so?" A raspy female voice questioned with a hostile tone under the fake interested question. Massie, Claire and the boys turned to see who that person was. The boys immediately recognized the voice.

It was a tall, very thin and mostly gorgeous girl who was wearing a beautiful Badgley Mischka cap sleeve dress that embraced her tiny waist. Her hair was a waterfall of blond long waves, and her eyes were almost turquoise. A girl like that had the power to make any guy bow down to her Christian Louboutin clad feet.

"Kristen! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Milan or Cannes" Cam enthusiastically exclaimed as he got up to give her two pecks on the cheek à la français.

"Just came back this morning. Who are these girls?" Kristen asked as she looked down at Claire. Derrick glanced at Chris who glanced at Cam. Cam finally nodded telling them that they should let her know.

"This is Massie Block and this is Claire Lyons" Derrick presented the two unfamiliar faces to Kristen. "Massie, Claire, this is Kristen Gregory."

"As in Gregory Real Estate and Gregory Hotels?" Massie asked trying to sound nonchalant, like meeting daughters of billionaires was something that happened in a daily basis.

"Exactly. And you? What do your parents do?" She asked as if no career could beat her dad's. She obviously thought she was on top of the world, otherwise she wouldn't have such a horrible attitude.

"They own a publishing company and an art gallery." Massie said with a tough cheeky smile on her small face. "And as for Claire's family, they own a law firm since the 1930s."

"Right. Well , I need to go now. I've got some work to do. I'm leaving for Geneva tomorrow morning. Have a blast. Cam, we need to set a meeting for next week. You've got to write an article about my new hotel in SoHo" Kristen said sending air kisses to the boys. She then glared at Massie and Claire, letting them know that she was the sheriff in town, and she was not going to get replaced by some peasants claiming to be heiresses.

"Sure" Cam replied as he gave an uncaring half smile. She walked away and finally it wasn't so tense anymore.

"Don't worry about her, she just gets rigid when prettier girls walk in her neighborhood. People tend to fear her because she's the most powerful woman under 30 in Manhattan. She doesn't want anybody to steal her spot" Derrick explained, as he sipped the champagne.

"She's a stuck up." Claire whispered as she checked Chris Plovert out. He was definitely a catch. A fantastic model body, a beautiful actor worthy face, and an impeccable style probably thanks to his stylist or personal shopper.

"I really don't know how to stay in one place for a long time." Massie changed conversation and got up. She put the handkerchief on the chair and looked at Derrick who seemed confused. "How about a dance?" She asked with a completely serious face, her hand asking for him to accept.

Derrick got up with a smile on her face. "It would be my pleasure" He held her freshly manicured hand, and they danced to a Beethoven symphony which was unfamiliar to Massie. She made a mental note to herself to learn all these fancy classical symphonies' names.

"So, how long are you planning to stay in the city?" Derrick asked as they slowly danced like trued chic debutantes.

"Why is it that every New Yorker calls New York THE city? Like it's the only city in the world?" Massie asked, honestly curious. It was one thing she always asked herself.

"Because it is. It's the best city in the whole world." Derrick replied with a cocky smile on his manly face.

"Well, that's just one man's opinion." Massie smiled, as she leaned closer to Derrick's face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"It must be a popular opinion. Otherwise it wouldn't be called The City"

Massie didn't bother replying, just to look mysterious. She wanted him to wonder what was on her mind.

"What's on your mind?" Derrick finally managed to ask. Massie tried to avoid a smile of accomplishment.

"I don't know. I was just thinking about what I'm going to accomplish in the next three months or so"

"I actually opened a modeling agency with a friend of mine I met last year in Barcelona. The Rivington Model Management. Would you like to work as a modeling agent? You'll have to set up models with fashion shows and campaign ads" Derrick was happy to help. Massie could see from his eyes and the way he spoke.

"I would adore that!" Massie stopped dancing, sounding extremely grateful. It would have been cool to work for a modeling agency, after all.

"We could have Claire work here as well if she wants. We need to hire as much help as we can" Derrick offered. He was being way too kind, which meant he was falling for her.

"You're great, Derrick. Seriously" Massie thanked.

"I'll have you meet my business partner tomorrow if you're interested" Derrick said reaching for his Blackberry Pearl.

"You're fantastic, Derrick. I am so lucky I got to meet you" Massie tried to sound sincere. She hugged him, and wrapped her arms around his manly neck, and leaned closer to his face to reach for a kiss.

Right as their lips brushed together, Massie pulled away before it got intense. "Sorry." Massie lied. This was the part where Derrick started to really fall for Massie. "This can't be happening"

She was going to leave him hanging for the next few days, and by the next week, she was going to surprise him in his office where she was going to invent some bullshit that will stop her from 'moving on' to him.

They would bond for three hours, and she then have dinner together. They would share their first kiss, and she would give him no more than that.

"Why? What is going on?"

She had all of this planned. "I-I... No. I really need to go." Massie shook her arms away to free herself from his arms that imprisoned her with his worried embrace.

"Massie, what's going on here?" Derrick asked as he followed her to the table. The others that sat in the table looked confused, wondering what went down in the dance floor.

"Claire, we gotta go" Massie ordered. Claire without hesitating got up, made eye contact with Plovert and soon later left the Frick Museum, feeling accomplished.

Massie held out her long naked arm to the street calling for a cab. As she wished a yellow taxi stopped in front of her and they got in.

"Did everything go as planned?" Claire asked, anticipating an answer that could please her.

"Yup. I used trick number 15. The 'I can't be in a relationship' drama. Next time I'll tell him that I promised myself that I wouldn't get into any relationship that isn't serious." Massie told as she opened the window for some fresh air. The cab smelled like Chinese food and it wasn't very pleasant unless you were eating it.

"Way to go Massie!" Claire high-fived her best friend.

"And after that I will tell him that I will not have sex before marriage'" Massie smiled and stuck her tongue out for the excitement. He would give in in any time.

"I can bet that he will propose in seven weeks tops! Hundred dollars!"

"I say eight or nine weeks" Massie said welcoming the challange.

Sooner than they hoped, Massie and Claire could get their hands on the four million dollars that was waiting for them in the bank under Derrick Harrington's account.

boys were such fools.


They met!!

It's going to be a Massie/Derrick and a Claire/Chris.

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