~~Clarity Sumners was never the girl to mess with. Sure she was pushed around in high school, constantly getting made fun of for her shortness, braces, and stoutness, but now she was a lean, tan, tall, straight-teethed woman who no guy could take his eyes off. That's probably why she was so good at her job.
Clare, which is what everyone called her because she hated Clarity and if you called her that, she would kill you, clicked her heels against the ground as she crossed the busy streets of New York City to get to work. She winked at a bicyclist who was staring, and laughed as he ran into a passerby.
She knew she was hot. Dressed in her black stilettos, tight-fitting blue Chanel pencil skirt, and white blouse that showed off the perfect amount of cleavage, Clare knew she was a sight.
As she entered the building, and hopped on the elevator, she applied another coat of coral-colored lipstick in her reflection on the elevator walls.
The doors opened of the last floor, and Clare stepped out into her environment. She had worked hard to get this place started, and it revolved around her. Literally. She was the business; everyone else just got her coffee and clients.
She opened the door to her office, or whatever you would call it.
You may think that Clare was a prostitute, but she was far from one, and you wouldn't live another day if you ever called her one. She was first and foremost a businesswoman.
You see, Clare's job was unlike any other. She, her stunning self, stole boyfriends, but not how you think. Girls who were wimps and were too scared to break up with their boyfriends would come to her to get the job done. She merely stepped in, made the boy go insane wanting her, and they would end breaking up with the girl for her. The girl would pretend to be sad, but praise Clare later. Then, the guy comes running back to Clare, just to get dumped on. She didn't care how hard it hurt. It was a job.
Clare had a very precise way of working, however. She never, ever slept with the guys, therefore why she wasn't a prostitute.
You may think how this is a business, but Clare gets hundreds of clients every day. The office is constantly buzzing with phone calls. It's amazing what girls go through to get rid of their men. Clare wouldn't know. She hadn't had a boyfriend in years. Not that she couldn't get one, but because it would interfere with her job, and she didn't want one. Clare worked well alone. Plus, if anyone really got to know her, they would hate her.
"How'd last night go?" her assistant, Megan, asked.
"The guy cried like a little baby! It was hilarious! He said, 'I just broke up with my girlfriend for you, and now you're dumping me!' It was actually quite sad!" Clare laughed.
Megan had so many words to say to her. Particularly nasty ones.
"Well, your next client is named Alison and she wants her boyfriend gone by next Monday. Said she's running away with someone else." Megan said, flipping through her folder, shuffling behind Clare.
"Tell her to come in around 11. Ok?"
"Yes ma'am." Megan nodded and walked away.
Clare walked into her chic, modern office and plopped on her chair. The calls outside were buzzing off the roof. No wonder she was so rich. The usual charge for clients was $5,000, and nothing less. She looked around, noticing something was missing. "Megan!" she screamed.
Footsteps clacked outside her office, and Megan appeared in her black suit, high ponytail, and bags under her eyes.
"Where is my decaf latte with cinnamon?" Clare screamed.
Megan turned pale. "I-I...um...forgot to get it this morning...I'll go get it right now!"
Clare looked at her snake-skin Prada bag. "You forgot to get it, huh?" her voice was solid and unwavering.
Megan gulped as Clare came closer. "You know I could fire you in a blink of your tiny little eye? But I like you. That's why I won't."
Clare turned around, walking back to her desk. "Don't forget my coffee again!"
Clare looked at her MacBook at all the appointments she had. Her job with each client usually lasted a week. If the guy hadn't broken up with his girlfriend by then, which had never happened before, then oh well. No refunds.
Just then, another one of Clare's receptionist's banged on her door.
"Come in..." Clare motioned.
"Miss Sumners! You have an unscheduled client here!"
"Your biggest client yet!"
Clare straightened up in her seat. "Who?"