Authors: Molly Bryant
Any resemblance in persons, living or dead, places, events, or locales is
coincidental. All characters in this works are fiction and are produced from
the author’s imagination.
Glamor, glitz, beauty, pizzazz, sexy, and alluring all have something in
common-fashion. From Milan to Paris, New York to LA...it is my job to
know the hottest-trendiest attire known to man. I, Vanessa Montello, am
senior editor of only the most elite magazine sold around this materialistic
I grace the streets of Manhattan in my Gucci 'Sofia Etoile' heels, I find myself
happy. I love my life, my job, and well... my job. I don't have time for much
of anything else in my life as I travel, work long hours, eat, and sleep.
“Nice to see you, Miss Montello,” the plain, frazzled, brown haired young
lady said from behind the counter. I looked at her and wondered what a little
Mac and Paul Mitchell could do for her. I smiled.
“Can we hurry, please? I have a meeting at nine,” I said impatiently as I
glanced at my phone. It was only eight-thirty in the morning but I didn't want
to make small talk.
She rushed away to make my Latte and completely annoyed, I watched her
retreating slim figure in her old five-seasons-ago jeans, and washed out 'Bean
Today, Gone Tomorrow' T-shirt.
Most would say that I am snobby, rude, conceited, and well... just
flat out cruel sometimes. As for my close friends and family; I am fun, kind,
generous, and loving. I look at it this way, you will not go far in life as a
complete push over. When it comes to work, I will do and say anything need
be to get that one sentence of praise from the CEO of Glow magazine- Ellen
McGurthy. She is one that hates excuses, and would rather hear it like it is. I
learned the hard way when I first started as a writer for Glow. In my first
article on 'Do's and Don'ts of Haircare' I had missed a comma in one of the
last sentences then, sat in her office for thirty minutes being lectured on
perfection. I left her office in tears as she told me what a waste of human
being I was and full of excuses. I can laugh about it now only because I am in
the top lead for Editor-in-chief. She adores me.
I furrowed my brows and turned towards an extremely attractive tan skinned,
blue eyed, blonde young man in a gray...
Oh, what's he wearing?
him up and down. Some kind of gray suit...
Nope, no thank you.
knock-off. He has to be around my age... maybe twenty-nine or thirty? He
also looks a little familiar, but can't quite put my finger on it.
“I can guess by looking at your cheap suit and stature that you're looking at
an internship.” I said snidely as I smiled. “Might I suggest the New York Post
as applications were chosen at the beginning of summer, we're full,” sighing,
I stepped into the elevator. I confidently brushed my blonde hair over my
right shoulder then pressed the fourth floor button and he followed.
He laughed aloud which made me jump startled. “What is so funny?” I asked
as I stared at him with wide eyes.
“So nice of you to think that my suit,which I might add, was a gift from my
aunt,” he smiled. “she had it personally made for me as Marc Jacobs is a dear
friend of hers,” he held a hand out to shake mine. “I'm Ben, Ellen McGurthy's
How could I have been so stupid to snap at the CEO's nephew. Jeez,
Vanessa! How could I have not known that was a Marc Jacob's? He is
“Hey, no apologies,” he smiled again. “My aunt said you can be a bit of a spit
fire, so I sort of expected it. I was fully prepared.” he winked. His arms
crossed over his chest.
I nodded. “Thank you, Ben,” I smiled confidently as though I didn't care
about my previous ignorance. I quickly walked down towards the reception
desk. I saw my assistant, Maria, and I couldn't help the freaked out look on
my face as I rushed toward her.
“No, who?” She asked quietly, looking around me.
“Ben, the guy that was in the elevator with me...” I quickly glanced over my
shoulder for any signs of him. “it was Ellen's nephew!” I say louder.
I nodded before spinning around and running down the left hallway from the
elevators that I assumed Ben had went down toward his aunts office.
CEO's office. I groaned as I opened the door.
“So nice of you to join us, Miss. Montello,” Ellen said with a disapproving
look upon her face at my untimeliness. Her glasses perched upon the tip of
her nose, long black hair in a tight bun, and hands atop a stack of papers. Oh,
God, her fingers intertwined. She is annoyed, just fabulous.
He waved like a child. “No, we haven't met... I'm Ben McGurthy.” he stood
then held his hand out for me to shake it again. He didn't say a word, not one
about our run-in ten minutes ago.
I smiled politely. “Nice to meet you, Ben,” I shook his hand firmly letting
him know that I am in complete control over this situation before I took a
seat in the opposite chair.
“I suppose you would like to know why I called this emergency meeting for
this morning?” Ellen looked between the both of us. I had glanced over at
Ben who had a complete smile of utter satisfaction upon his gorgeous face.
Did I mention that Ben McGurthy is extremely sexy?
I looked at Ellen to see her eyes go wide and then her knuckles turn white as
she clenched her hands together tightly. She could not stand to be interrupted.
I have always given her at
thirty seconds after her last sentence before I
open my mouth to speak.
“Vanessa,” she sighed. “We have had an abundance of letters concerning
men using woman,” Ellen stood up in her black-Gucci skirt and blazer. She
paced back and forth in front of the big window panes of her office over
“Yes, Mrs. McGurthy, we've written articles trying to explain why men do
what they do to woman. With that we've had outstanding ratings in the
“No, Vanessa,” she stopped to stare out the window then proceeded to chew
on her bottom lip. “We need to do something different, we need to get into
these guys heads somehow,”
“We need to figure out what exactly these men get from this kind of behavior
towards woman. Why they act like tyrants and how they get these woman to
fall for their pathetic, disgusting, and childish schemes...” she paced some
more then stood behind Ben placing her hand lightly on his shoulder. “That is
why I called Ben in for your assistance,” she smirked.
“You, Miss. Montello, will become a 'player',” Ellen sits back down at her
desk, her hands intertwined once again atop a heap of papers. “You will see
to it that we get every answer. You will eat, sleep, and breathe player.”
“Vanessa, that is why I called my nephew.” Ellen smiled towards him. “Ben
will guide you, and teach you everything he knows about woman and how to
play this... this, game,” she rants.
“You're going to teach me how to be a player?” I snorted, crossing my arms.
I stared at his defined jaw, and morning stubble. He smiled baring dimples
and a perfect row of glistening white teeth.
“Miss. Montello, you'd be surprised,” Ellen added. “I am confident. Although
as his aunt, I am not proud by any means of his current lifestyle.” She
rummaged through the pile of papers on her desk. “Now, if you both will
excuse me, I have proofs to approve.” she smiled at Ben and I, then
proceeded to go through her papers.
“I would like an update as of Friday, that is one week from today. Your
lessons start as of right now. I suggest you use the best of your ability that we
both know you are capable of,” she adjusted her glasses then continued
reading her papers.
“You seriously haven't been on a date for over a year?” right on my heels, he
I kept my pace as I walked down past the elevators and towards my office.
“Why is that so shocking to you, Mr. McGurthy?”
I turned around quickly. His sparkling blue eyes were wide as though he
expected me to slap him, I should have. “That is highly inappropriate,” I was
I reached Maria's desk to find her standing, waiting for my return with a hand
full of messages. I held my hand out. “Maria,” I smiled. She stared at Ben
with the most disgusting set of googly eyes I have ever seen.
“Uh, here are you're messages, Vanessa,” she smiled at him. “Your mother
called four times to remind you of her dinner tomorrow night,” she cleared
I rolled my eyes. “That will be all. Ben, I am extremely busy,” I said as I
quickly opened my office door, then closing it quickly behind me in hopes of
ridding my morning of Ben McGurthy. I sat down into my chair behind my
desk, then rummaged through the papers scattered across my desktop.
The door opened. “You aren't getting rid of me that easily, Princess. You
heard what my aunt said, training starts now,” he waggled his brows,
grinning widely as he shut the door behind him. He plopped into the chair
opposite of me.