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Laila
Laila Thorpe did not know if the millionaire was actually a millionaire. She just tends to not refer to men by their actual names unless she really likes them. Laila also did not know that she would be hanging out with the millionaire for the past month. She is the type to go where the wind takes her though.
So far, it had just been spontaneous outings once or twice a week. He would text Laila asking if she’s free and she would meet up with him to do things she could never afford to do on her own. Exclusive five-star restaurants and endless bottle service at the hottest clubs were now a regular thing for Laila. She got to run around town on the arm of a good-looking man with no strings attached. A lot of girls say it, but Laila meant it when she said she did not want a boyfriend.
Laila was a personal assistant to a record company executive who promised if she paid her dues as his assistant for two years, he would set her up in the A&R department. Little did she know that it would basically be two years of hazing rituals until she got there. She was a year into the process and a serious relationship was out of the question. The millionaire was the perfect situation.
His start-up company developed apps for Fortune 500 companies who did not have the time or resources to do it themselves. Laila was clueless about the millionaire’s success when she first met him. He was just a handsome stranger she bumped into at a club called Bank.
The club, located in Soho, started out as an actual bank in the 1920’s. During the baby boomer era, it was turned into a restaurant. Sometime in the 1980’s, it became an event venue for exclusive weddings and galas. Now it was a club (with one of the highest turn down rates in the city). Continue reading
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