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own advertising and marketing agency about five years ago. For the first three years the company suffered huge losses, the turnover had been pitiful. So bad in fact that Kieran had thought it would be much wiser for them to accept defeat and pack it all in before they lost any more money. However Cameron had refused to give up, the vision he had for ‘La Chase’ was so strong that he refused to let it go and bought Kieran out instead.
    Several months later, ‘La Chase’ was still losing money, Cameron explained that he was beginning to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. His long break finally came at a huge conference event for various food and household product manufacturers. Offering his services for a quarter of most leading agencies he landed a huge deal with ‘Unilever’ and ever since then the company’s bottom line had been increasing year after year.
    I was impressed by his determination and drive but had been left feeling uneasy within myself. Everyone in that room except me had some type of success story to share and I was stuck at first base.

Chapter 3
    Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring…Ring!
    The constant ringing of the house phone was getting on my last nerve. You would have thought that after the fifth ring they would get the hint that nobody was at home. Okay well I was home but not for much longer. I had plans to go shopping with Jasmina but the bitch woke me up around eight, telling me that she was still trying to recover from the last couple of nights that we had been partying and bailed out on me. Never one to miss out on a chance to swipe the cards I decided to go solo.
    Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring…Ring!
    Who was this lunatic blowing off my phone every five minutes? I had considered pulling the phone out of the socket so that I could get my shit together in peace but changed my mind.
    “Hello, who is this?” I asked in an agitated tone, only to be greeted by an automated message from HSBC bank. The bank was chasing me because I had exceeded my overdraft limit. I quickly placed the phone back on the receiver. ‘Man I shouldn’t have answered the damn phone’, I thought to myself. First instincts, when would I learn to stick to mine?
    It was time to bounce but not before I completed my daily ritual. A final check in all of the four floor length mirrors in my room. ‘WOW…I’m the shit’ I mouthed to myself at the sight of my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in a pair of skin tight treggings and a T-shirt I was looking mighty fly, there was no doubt that I had the power to stop traffic. With my medium sized breasts, 26 inch waist, full hips, toned thighs and big round booty, I felt like the term ‘cola bottle shape’ was invented just for me. Feeling very pleased with my appearance I threw on a pair of classic Louboutin pumps and wrapped my Loro Piana cashmere scarf around my neck to add the finishing touch.
    Barely out of my front door and the hollering had already began.
    “Yo sexy, slow down ma,” a guy called out to me from across the street. He was having a laugh if he thought a girl like me would ever give him the time of day. The funny thing about the situation was that he was actually buff but his dress sense was totally wack. He was rocking skinny jeans with an extra fitted shirt, the only thing that worked was his Prada shoes. I didn’t fuck with guys who were in a competition to wear tighter jeans than me. In my eyes they were nothing but dickless cunts with no balls if they could squeeze into that shit. I looked straight past him and kept it moving.
    As much as I hated taking it, I opted to go via public transport rather than calling a cab. I convinced myself that it made more sense, firstly it would be quicker and secondly it was a lot cheaper. Since Jasmina had left me in the lurch I wasn’t feeling to break the bank just to get to Bank, where the Royal Exchange was situated. Once I saw the crowd on the platform at Tooting Broadway underground station, I