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Good Finances 1
vote plz. »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»««««««««««««««««« I've been given a proposition to work for the prince; Michael Jackson. He's requested my accountant work. I have no idea why he'd choose me, there are plenty of good accountants everywhere else. MAYBE he chose randomly. I wore a black tanktop under a black blazer with pale yellow flowers on it. For pants, I wore regular black skinny jeans. And, my hair was simply in a low ponytail. When I was ready, I called my propositional agent. She sent a taxi to take me to the palace. »»»»»»«««««« It was a LONG drive, but it was worth it. I was AMAZED by the scenery and style of the place. That was before we even got in the gates! Once they figured out who I was, the gate opened. It was fantastic. I could see everything. It was just beautiful. My taxi guy let me out, and got out himself, "This is a mighty fine place, miss," he said, calmly. "It is," I say, ravished by the statues and decor. We walked up to the door and waited. Soon, the large doors were open. I stepped inside first. I looked around and for miles there was nothing but bright chandeliered hallway in one direction. The taxi guy looked like he'd never seen such a place in his life. We made our way down the hall and passed knight after knight I went close to one of the knights and looked closely at it. When I turned around I bumped the knight. It made a loud clang as the helmet hit the floor. I panicked and slammed the helmet back on. Then I heard a laugh. Not the taxi guy, but the Prince was laughing, "Oh snap. I'm sorry, Mr.uh-Prince-uh Jackson," I said nervously, trying to keep the head on the knight. He took the head and set it down by the statue. "It's fine, I'll have it fixed later," he smiled and stuck his hand out. "Please call me Michael" "Raven Baxter," I said, shaking his hand. (that's so raven :P) He turned to the taxi guy, "What's your name?" "David; I'm just the taxi driver," he said, shrugging. "Well nice to meet you, David," and Michael shook his hand too. Dang, the prince sure is fine. I'd never seen him before though. I know kinda sad. Prince of pretty much everything, and this is my first time seeing him. "You can follow me. We'll start the meeting in my office," Michael says to me and David. "Oh no, I'll wait outside or something.." David says, waving to us and walking back to the door we came in. I waved back and continued following Michael. »»»»»»»»»»«««««««««« We finally came to a large room with a desk, rows of books, papers and a sofa and a few chairs. He told me to take a seat in front of his desk. I did, and looked through my briefcase making sure I had everything I needed. Once, he sat at his desk I began blabbing away, "I just wanna say thank you so much for requesting me, this means a lot--well everything. Because you know, you're the Prince and everythang," I smiled. "No need to thank me, I've heard about you and your finance skills. I should be thanking you," he smiled back. Then continued, "There is one condition to you taking this job, though.." "Anything. I'd be honored," I say, getting ahead of myself. "You'll have to live here. I highly suggest my finances be confidential and to ensure that, I need you to stay here in the palace," he says, calmly. "Stay in the palace?!," I shout. "Before you can decide, you should be shown where you'd be staying," he gets up and I follow, still shocked out of my mind. I can't stay in the palace. What about my friends? What about my family? I can't- "Here's your room," the Prince says pushing a large door open. Oh I can definitely stay here. This room is seriously nice. It's big and I could definitely add some style to it. My kind of room, "Can I decorate this room, if I decide to stay?," I ask still examining the room. He nods. "Well, you have yourself a deal," I say, shaking his hand. I didn't think about this. »»»«««»»»«««« T.B.C °·°·°·°·° ^3^ »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»«««««««««««««««
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