Post by Christella Andrews on Jul 6, 2007 1:16:36 GMT -5
Stella's black Marcotti heels clicked on the tiled surface of Steve & Barry's. Hoping to have lunch with her father, Stella stopped into her families' store. She loved being heiress of Steve & Barry's, she was treated like practically like a goddess. She was the Paris Hilton of Manhattan, and loved every minute of it. She untied her white trench, and pulled her Dior glasses on top of her head.
Smiling cooly, Stella walked back to her father's office. But, his secretary stopped her. "Excuse me, Mr. Andrews is in meetings all afternoon," Christella stopped in her tracks. "I really don't care, I'd like to see my father." Crossing her arms, Stella glared at her father's new secretary. Must be an intern. She thought. The secretary just shrugged, returning to her work.
Smiling cooly, Stella walked back to her father's office. But, his secretary stopped her. "Excuse me, Mr. Andrews is in meetings all afternoon," Christella stopped in her tracks. "I really don't care, I'd like to see my father." Crossing her arms, Stella glared at her father's new secretary. Must be an intern. She thought. The secretary just shrugged, returning to her work.