She yawned and stretched loudly as she sat straight on her bed, attempting to tuck her hair into buns.

"My lady, are you still sleeping?" someone inquired, quietly knocking on her room door.

"No, Grace, you can come inside," Isabella said, her voice tinged with sleep and exhaustion.

Grace, a short, plump young lady with short brown hair, pulled the door open and walked in gently.

"My lady, breakfast is served" she said walking over to open the window blinds in the room.

"I am not hungry Grace, what is on my schedule today?" she asked yawning again.

"You have to be at the office before 12noon, your father wants you to have a meeting with some of his investors friend" Grace replied.

"oh! Not again" Isabella grumbled slapping her face. "You are a admirable young lady ma'am, if I was your father I would likely do the same, flaunt you to everyone" Grace said blushing

"Stop teasing me Grace, I am tired of being the face of a company I barely know what is going on. Is that all I have for today?"

"My lady, breakfast is served," she remarked as she walked over to open the room's window blinds.

"I'm not hungry Grace, what's on your schedule today?" she yawned again.

"You have to be at the office before 12noon, your father wants you to have a meeting with some of his investors friend" responded Grace.

"Oh, not again," Isabella groaned as she slapped her cheek.

"You are an admirable young lady ma'am, if I was your father I would likely do the same, flaunt you to everyone" Grace replied with a grin.

"Stop teasing me Grace, I'm tired of being the face of a company which I know nothing of" she replied irritated "is that all I've got for today?" She asked.

"No my lady, your mum wants you to meet with her at Rosy blooms flower shop down town around 3pm"

"In preparation for the ball right?"

"Yes my lady, invitations were sent out this morning and you also have an appointment at the hair salon later in the evening"

"So much to do in one day," she murmured as she rose from her bed. "Grace, please put a call through to my stylist, I need her to come with something simple and classy for the ball later tonight" "Okay my lady, I will do that right away" Grace replied as she left the room.

"And please bring me a slightly sweetened tea and lemon cake up to my room" she said.

"I will, my lady," Grace said, closing the door behind her.

POV THE BANCROFT'S MICRO FINANCE TOWER.

The two body guards waiting in front of the door rushed up to the car as a pink salon car drove up in front of the building. Isabella stepped out of the car in style and handed the keys to one of the body guards, instructing him to go and properly park the car, while the other escorted her into the building.

The ground floor of the building was a little rowdy, with people standing and talking in groups in hushed tones, while some were seated, focused on the computer in front of them, and a lot of them were scattered around, sorting and arranging documents on bookshelves strategically placed throughout the office. At the same time, some of them were gathered around the photocopying machine, clutching documents to be copied. When they saw Isabella coming into the office, they all stopped what they were doing and arranged their looks. Those who were seated stood up and bowed their heads slightly as she walked past them.

Isabella said nothing to them as she stepped up to her own elevator, which had a big silver-colored door that matched the design of the workplace. When she entered the floor she was going to, the 15th floor, where her office was, the elevator dinged open and she walked in with her body guard.

When she arrived to the front of her office door, she turned to face the body guard and stated, "You can go back to your post." As he went away, the body guard bent his head without saying anything.

"What a day today will be," she thought to herself as she pushed her way into the office and opened the door.

She placed her bag on the office table and strolled over to the bar, where she selected a somewhat alcoholic wine and a glass.

she poured the wine into the glass and went away from the bar, leaving the wine bottle on the bar table. She paced around the office, sipping her glass of wine. It was a luxuriously equipped room. That was beautifully ornamented with pricey art work and paintings from artists from all over the world. The office furniture was thoroughly polished, and a small golden statue of an eagle was hung in key areas.

Her father had the office from the beginning. When he moved to handle the other branch of the office downtown, he handed it down to her, putting her in control of this one. The office exudes discerning taste, and one can immediately tell that a lot of money was spent on the office's interior without being told.

Someone knocked on the door slightly and walked into the office as she stood by the window, admiring the view of the hectic traffic beneath her on the major road.

"Hello, sweetie," the voice said.

"Ariel," Isabella exclaimed, turning to face the direction of the voice she recognized. A warm smile grew across her face.

"I heard you were around, so I came to check on you," Ariel remarked as she approached her.

Isabella inquired, "How did you know that?"

"News spread quickly in this organisation haven't you noticed it?" Ariel responded.

"Urgh..." She shrugged as she drew Ariel into a tight hug.

"I've missed you," Ariel said.

"Me, too," Isabella said.

"How was your trip to New York?" Ariel questioned as she had her seat.

"It was fine for a while, just filled with work and all," she answered absently.

"Do you care for a drink?" She inquired.

"Sure," Ariel said. "So tell me did you get to meet any cute guy, maybe one of those bosses son?" Ariel inquired.

"I didn't have enough time in my hand to think about that," Isabella said, laughing heartily as she emptied the bottle of wine she had just drank from into a new glass cup.

"Uhh...so you didn't have sex for a week? Or were you just having a one-night stand with them?"