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    Just The Girl 2.0 – Chapter Twenty Five

    CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: My Life, Love, Everything

     

     

    Two weeks after Vanity Fair interview.

    MVP Towers, New York City.

     

    “But..”

     

    “I’ll be fine.”

     

    “But..”

     

    “Stop worrying.”

     

    “But..”

     

    “Stop saying but.”

     

    “But Miss Bette..”

     

    “If you say the word but with my name again, I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”

     

    “Boss.. please..”

     

    “I’m an adult, I know what I’m doing.”

     

    “I know that, but with all due respect, I don’t think you’ve really thought this through..”

     

    “Oh shush.”

     

    “But..”

     

    It was rude, Bette acknowledged, but she did it anyway. While James was still trying to talk her out of her folly, she kicked the door with the back of her shoe and closed it on his surprised face. With her back on her poor assistant, she missed the flabbergasted look that he wore before the door completely shut. Her brown eyes didn’t see it, but her mind’s eye certainly did. James, bless him, had very predictable facial expressions. His look of shock? Always a classic.

     

    So now, all alone inside the eerily quiet place, she inhaled a deep breath and took a brave step forward. She was really going to do this.. James and all his apprehensions be damned!

     

    Bette didn’t know what overtook her, but even in a building she owned where an executive elevator was reserved for her convenience, she decided to forego such privileges and endanger her high heel-wearing self by using the stairs. Yes, the stairs. She was slumming it just like the everyday common folk, or so she believed – cause let’s be honest here, those so-called “commoners” are more inclined to use their common sense and ride those very safe and convenient elevators. But Bette being Bette, she could not be swayed to think logically when a capricious thought enters her mind and refuses to leave. And today’s lame idea? Do some cardio exercise by using the stairs.

     

    She was proud of herself at the beginning, but a few minutes into the daunting task, she began to entertain second thoughts.

     

    James was right; it was a whim, a passing fancy that she indulged without giving much thought. And now here she was three minutes later, torn between chastising her foolishness or sucking it all up by accepting this for what it was – a challenge. A stupid, completely avoidable challenge, but a challenge nonetheless. And you know she had a thing for those. And the balancing act she was doing with her legs? Quite challenging to say the least. Blame it on the fact that she was rocking a pair of 4-inch stilettos today; actually, rocking was too generous a term – since the only thing she seemed to be doing was wobbling on her feet as if she were walking on a tight rope. Can’t blame the poor girl for having such a hard time. Try going down a long flight of stairs in a ridiculous pair of high heels and a movement-restricting skirt, let’s see if you won’t lose your footing once or twice. She could have easily tripped, tumbled down the stairs, broke her neck and die an instant death, yet despite this, her hopelessly stubborn nature prevented her from admitting defeat, chickening out and escaping to the comfort and safety of her private elevator. So instead of quitting while she’s still ahead – and intact – the bullheaded heiress tried to work around her predicament by gripping on to the handrail for dear life while she went down the stairs. At least she didn’t come from her office at the topmost floor, that’s the only thing going in her favor. She had a meeting at the Finance Department on the 27th floor, and from there, decided to slum it seven floors down using the stairs. James, ever the voice of reason, tried to talk her out of it when he caught wind of her plans. Of course, Bette promptly put him in his place and slammed the door in his face.

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    1. The proposal is truly a longtime coming…and it was worth all the wait…coz its the sweetest ever, without trying to hard…its so Bette…and the back up plan…LOL..thanks Alch!

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