Chapter One
"Miss, it's time to rise and shine. You have a big day today," said Clarissa as she drew the large curtain covering the window. She very quickly walked out of the room; her short red hair shining brightly as the sun cascaded over it.
The beautiful two bedroom apartment was spotless. With wooden floors and beautiful burgandy rugs and curtains.
Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald, the famous new fashion designer, had taken the fashion world by storm. Everyone wanted her designs and everyone admired her work. All her life she wanted this. It was her big dream in life. Her major career goal that she felt she needed to accomplish. And she did it.
Theresa let out a big sigh as she ever so slowly stood up and stretched. As she was doing so, she stared out the window at the large city before her. New York City. She had become overwhelmed by its size when she first arrived, but now she had gotten used to it. She had been living in this tidy apartment for two years now. Her personal assistant, Clarissa, came every morning to help Theresa with her daily duties. Theresa was now extremely busy in her career, but she loved it and she wouldn't change it for the world.
Theresa trudged to the bathroom, looking down at her bunny slippers. She was a grown woman, but she loved her slippers. They were a present from her Papa before he disappeared. She missed him so much. Not only did she miss her dad, but the rest of her family as well. She visited them once a month. It was hard getting away from her work, but she managed.
Theresa hopped into the shower, washed, dried off, dressed, blow dried her hair, and then began applying her make-up. Once she was finished, she brushed her long, silky, brown hair and pulled it back into a cute, but stylish pony tail. Once completed, she looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the door before her. She wore a spagetti strapped dress that fit her perfectly. It showed off her amazing curves and her petite body. The bottom half of the dress flowed down to her knees. As Theresa looked at herself, she thought, --I guess I look alright. It will have to do.-- She wasn't aware of her beauty. She simply thought that she was just an ordinary girl who was okay-looking, but not pretty enough to be a model. Which, of course, wasn't true and any person could testify against it. Theresa finally made her way out of the bathroom and walked to her closet. Here, she picked out a simple pair of high heels and stepped into them.
Today was the set up of the fashion show. Theresa and Clarissa would have to help with the set up. The next day would be a break and then the day after would be the fashion show. Theresa, of course, had to be there. She, designed the clothes and she had to direct the whole thing, including her models. It was going to be a hectic few days, and she knew it.
"Clarissa, I'm going to head down to the coffee shop on the corner. I need something to get me going. Do you want anything?"
Clarissa's green eyes scanned the paper that she was working on as she hurridly repiled, "Sure. Uh, get me whatever you're getting. Something with plently of caffeine." Theresa nodded in responce as she grabbed her purse, heading for the door. Her heels clicked the floor as she made her way. Theresa beathed in deeply and smiled just before the elevator door opened.
The elevator was occupied with a handsome man and a very pretty woman; whom Theresa decided was the man's girlfriend. The man had blonde hair and was wearing a suit. Theresa figured that he was around her own age and that he seemed like he was in a hurry to get somewhere important. The man watched Theresa intently as she entered, and continued to do so out of the corner of his eye. Once the elevator door had opened, and Theresa was leaving, the man eyed her up and down from behind. Secretly admiring her beautiful legs, and the adorable way she walked. He couldn't help but smile to himself as she strutted on her way to her secret destination.
"Ready for the meeting, Fox?" Asked the beautiful, blonde-haired woman next to his side.
Fox was still watching the woman that had just left the elevator as he and the woman next to him stepped into the main lobby.
"Fox?"
"Yeah?"
"What's on your mind? Why aren't you listening?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the meeting. Shall we go?"
"Of course, baby."
They walked hand-in-hand down the crowded street. There were people on all sides of them. Fox noticed that the beautiful woman who he'd encountered before had just entered into the coffee shop on the corner up ahead. Fox decided to leave her alone. He was with a woman he loved. A woman he tried so hard to get. He had finally gotten his hands on her, and he was going to stick by her side. After all, it took two years to finally make her his. And that was where Julie was going to stay. Right by HIS side. --I love Julie,-- thought Fox as he passed the coffee shop and scanned the inside, noticing the woman waiting in line at the counter.
Theresa purchased her two coffee cups and headed back to the apartment. She sighed, wondering what life would bring her today.
Fox ever so slowly entered Wayne Incorperated. A business which dealt with shipments, and advertising. Fox was a powerful man, but even he had to work to get this job. It took him a while, but he finally earned it. He was hired and had been working there for about three years. When Fox first met Julie, she was in a relationship with some asshole, or so Fox called had him. Fox couldn't quite understand why she was with that bastard, but with some work, Fox finally exposed him to Julie for the man he really was. Julie dumped him, and Fox then had his wish. He and Julie began dating and have been for six months now. Fox and Julie sat next to eachother at the large meeting table in the center of the room. Just waiting for it to begin.
"You look so sexy in that suit, baby," said Julie with a smirk on her face.
"Well, thank you. You don't look to bad yourself."
Julie placed her hand on Fox's knee just as the boss walked in. He began talking about what to be expected for the week, and assigned different assignments to different people.
"This week is the fashion show, people," explained the boss, "And we, being the generous people that we are, have decided to sponser it. The show is going to be aired on NBC. Therefore, I want you, Fox and Julie, to work together. We'll need portions of the show to put in our advertisements. Of course we'll need pictures. So I'll need you both to video tape and take pictures. The fashion designer has asked a few people to help manage it with her. You two are going to help with that. I don't even know why we got into this deal. But, we need the money and this new fashion designer is going to give us some cash. I want a few other people to tag along as well. I would like a scrapbook compiled together by the end of the week."
Fox listened intently, not really excited. It's always the same old thing. Shows, Pictures, Shipments, Advertising. Year after Year. --Not that I'm complaining about the cash,-- he thought. Little did Fox know, however, that this show would change his life forever.
"Miss, it's time to rise and shine. You have a big day today," said Clarissa as she drew the large curtain covering the window. She very quickly walked out of the room; her short red hair shining brightly as the sun cascaded over it.
The beautiful two bedroom apartment was spotless. With wooden floors and beautiful burgandy rugs and curtains.
Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald, the famous new fashion designer, had taken the fashion world by storm. Everyone wanted her designs and everyone admired her work. All her life she wanted this. It was her big dream in life. Her major career goal that she felt she needed to accomplish. And she did it.
Theresa let out a big sigh as she ever so slowly stood up and stretched. As she was doing so, she stared out the window at the large city before her. New York City. She had become overwhelmed by its size when she first arrived, but now she had gotten used to it. She had been living in this tidy apartment for two years now. Her personal assistant, Clarissa, came every morning to help Theresa with her daily duties. Theresa was now extremely busy in her career, but she loved it and she wouldn't change it for the world.
Theresa trudged to the bathroom, looking down at her bunny slippers. She was a grown woman, but she loved her slippers. They were a present from her Papa before he disappeared. She missed him so much. Not only did she miss her dad, but the rest of her family as well. She visited them once a month. It was hard getting away from her work, but she managed.
Theresa hopped into the shower, washed, dried off, dressed, blow dried her hair, and then began applying her make-up. Once she was finished, she brushed her long, silky, brown hair and pulled it back into a cute, but stylish pony tail. Once completed, she looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the door before her. She wore a spagetti strapped dress that fit her perfectly. It showed off her amazing curves and her petite body. The bottom half of the dress flowed down to her knees. As Theresa looked at herself, she thought, --I guess I look alright. It will have to do.-- She wasn't aware of her beauty. She simply thought that she was just an ordinary girl who was okay-looking, but not pretty enough to be a model. Which, of course, wasn't true and any person could testify against it. Theresa finally made her way out of the bathroom and walked to her closet. Here, she picked out a simple pair of high heels and stepped into them.
Today was the set up of the fashion show. Theresa and Clarissa would have to help with the set up. The next day would be a break and then the day after would be the fashion show. Theresa, of course, had to be there. She, designed the clothes and she had to direct the whole thing, including her models. It was going to be a hectic few days, and she knew it.
"Clarissa, I'm going to head down to the coffee shop on the corner. I need something to get me going. Do you want anything?"
Clarissa's green eyes scanned the paper that she was working on as she hurridly repiled, "Sure. Uh, get me whatever you're getting. Something with plently of caffeine." Theresa nodded in responce as she grabbed her purse, heading for the door. Her heels clicked the floor as she made her way. Theresa beathed in deeply and smiled just before the elevator door opened.
The elevator was occupied with a handsome man and a very pretty woman; whom Theresa decided was the man's girlfriend. The man had blonde hair and was wearing a suit. Theresa figured that he was around her own age and that he seemed like he was in a hurry to get somewhere important. The man watched Theresa intently as she entered, and continued to do so out of the corner of his eye. Once the elevator door had opened, and Theresa was leaving, the man eyed her up and down from behind. Secretly admiring her beautiful legs, and the adorable way she walked. He couldn't help but smile to himself as she strutted on her way to her secret destination.
"Ready for the meeting, Fox?" Asked the beautiful, blonde-haired woman next to his side.
Fox was still watching the woman that had just left the elevator as he and the woman next to him stepped into the main lobby.
"Fox?"
"Yeah?"
"What's on your mind? Why aren't you listening?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the meeting. Shall we go?"
"Of course, baby."
They walked hand-in-hand down the crowded street. There were people on all sides of them. Fox noticed that the beautiful woman who he'd encountered before had just entered into the coffee shop on the corner up ahead. Fox decided to leave her alone. He was with a woman he loved. A woman he tried so hard to get. He had finally gotten his hands on her, and he was going to stick by her side. After all, it took two years to finally make her his. And that was where Julie was going to stay. Right by HIS side. --I love Julie,-- thought Fox as he passed the coffee shop and scanned the inside, noticing the woman waiting in line at the counter.
Theresa purchased her two coffee cups and headed back to the apartment. She sighed, wondering what life would bring her today.
Fox ever so slowly entered Wayne Incorperated. A business which dealt with shipments, and advertising. Fox was a powerful man, but even he had to work to get this job. It took him a while, but he finally earned it. He was hired and had been working there for about three years. When Fox first met Julie, she was in a relationship with some asshole, or so Fox called had him. Fox couldn't quite understand why she was with that bastard, but with some work, Fox finally exposed him to Julie for the man he really was. Julie dumped him, and Fox then had his wish. He and Julie began dating and have been for six months now. Fox and Julie sat next to eachother at the large meeting table in the center of the room. Just waiting for it to begin.
"You look so sexy in that suit, baby," said Julie with a smirk on her face.
"Well, thank you. You don't look to bad yourself."
Julie placed her hand on Fox's knee just as the boss walked in. He began talking about what to be expected for the week, and assigned different assignments to different people.
"This week is the fashion show, people," explained the boss, "And we, being the generous people that we are, have decided to sponser it. The show is going to be aired on NBC. Therefore, I want you, Fox and Julie, to work together. We'll need portions of the show to put in our advertisements. Of course we'll need pictures. So I'll need you both to video tape and take pictures. The fashion designer has asked a few people to help manage it with her. You two are going to help with that. I don't even know why we got into this deal. But, we need the money and this new fashion designer is going to give us some cash. I want a few other people to tag along as well. I would like a scrapbook compiled together by the end of the week."
Fox listened intently, not really excited. It's always the same old thing. Shows, Pictures, Shipments, Advertising. Year after Year. --Not that I'm complaining about the cash,-- he thought. Little did Fox know, however, that this show would change his life forever.