An Heir for the CEO

Emeraude arrived at the entrance of the building where she lived, and the doorman handed her a piece of mail. She headed towards the elevator, pressed the button, and waited for the doors to open. She took the opportunity to open the mail. As soon as the doors opened, she entered and pressed the button for the sixth floor. She took the paper out of the small white envelope and began to read.

"Hello Emeraude, I'm writing to inform you that I haven't received the rent payment for this month, and it's been over three weeks since the due date. I regret to inform you that I've already rented the apartment to someone else. Within two weeks, I hope you've found another place to stay. I'm sorry, but we've discussed rent delays before. Mrs. Finn."

Emeraude opened the door to her home and placed the letter in her hand on the table. Great! She was unemployed, doing odd jobs that barely paid anything, and now she was facing eviction. Could things get any worse? She put her bag on the couch and headed to the bedroom, undressing and then stepping into the shower.

The hot water cascaded over her body, briefly allowing her to forget her problems. Emeraude was 25 years old, had graduated in fashion, and was unemployed. Finding work in this field was complicated. She finished her shower and wrapped herself in a robe. She took a small towel and began to dry her hair as she made her way to the living room. Her cell phone was ringing loudly. She picked it up and brought it to her ear without checking the caller ID.

Emeraude answered the call and placed the towel she was holding on the sofa. She hoped it was a potential client for her closet organization service. On the other end of the line, a man asked for her.

"Good evening, is Miss Kensington there?" he inquired.

"Yes, this is she," Emeraude replied, hoping it was another potential client interested in her services. She returned to her bedroom while continuing the conversation.

"A friend recommended you to me. I need help with my closet. I've recently moved, and it's still unorganized. Can you assist me in organizing my clothes?" the man asked. Emeraude smiled with relief, realizing that it was indeed a potential client. She went to her closet while continuing the conversation.

"Yes, of course. What day would work for you?" she asked cheerfully.

"Could it be tomorrow morning?" he suggested.

"Yes," Emeraude promptly replied. "May I have your name?" she asked the man and grabbed a pen and paper to jot down the information.

"Cassian St. Clair," he said, and she noted it down.

"Mr. St. Clair, your address, please," she requested.

"Give me your email, and I'll send all the details there," he replied. Emeraude provided her email, and the conversation continued. "Thank you; we'll meet tomorrow," Cassian said.