Happy Birthday!
You sat at your desk in your office, it was past midnight. You had worked hard to get your job, many people said that you couldn't do it because you were a female and that you could never get an office job at a good company with high school education. But you proved everyone who said that wrong. You, in fact, had been so good at your job that you, ended up being treated like a daughter by the owner of the company. Most people say that you banged your way to the top, but you knew otherwise. So as you grew you decided to change your whole career path and turn to a writer.
So that's why you sat here at your desk writing out a new book idea about politics, romance, and basically a roast of what your co-worker did. It inspired by this one co-worker you had that had an affair with a person in the government and how they had been mean to you when they did exactly what they said you did. And you named it, "The Spies of Life" it was cliche and all but fit what she was doing. She was rich and lived in a penthouse with a Chiwawa that was carried in her purse everywhere she went. You, however, had a roommate that helped pay the bills and also knew how to cook. Her name? Beatrice Bellatrix Torketh, the older sister of the f-boy Brandon James Torketh. She was shy and worked at a cafe that paid good money, so you didn't complain about her and her man whore of a brother. So when Beatrice walked in with a cup of coffee you thanked her as she left your office.
(Time skip to two years later)
You had your own beach house now that you lived alone in. Your book was the best seller of the year and was still flying off the book store shelves so quickly that they weren't able to restock fast enough. You thought about bringing Beatrice with you, but you felt like she wouldn't like your new lifestyle. As she read the newspaper and soon read your note, she felt betrayed. She was not the type that would fly into a fit of rage and hurt anything in sight, she was much calmer than that. She had planned to find out more about you and trying to start dating you. But you had killed that hope for a few minutes until she thought about how her brother got his wife. But she could never do that. She was too innocent. But she could. She called her brother, something she rarely did and asked him to come over.
"She moved on with her life without me. What do I do baby brother?" Beatrice asked taking a sip of tea after she finished her question.
"Do you remember how I got my wife?" Brandon asked and his sister nodded her head.
"Then take her. She belongs to you and only you." He said looking at his sister seriously.
"Brandon you're being too rash, there has to be another way to win her over."
"With what? Candy? Flowers? Cheesy poems? No, you take what's yours. You see that's why I the superiority complex of this family, I take what I want and I make sure to keep it."
"O-okay. I guess I'll do it." Beatrice said glancing off to the side before looking at her brother.
Now back to you.
You had been writing out a book inspired by the f-boy Brandon. Yes, it was rather funny how you depicted him trying to swoon his wife and soon realizing that she didn't trust him. You just never knew what happened to her after their marriage. No one knew that she was his personal toy to play with every single night or whenever he felt like it. But you continued to write about Brandon and making the love interest of his reject every single attempt. You were lonely, it was one thing when it was you and Beatrice because she would always at some point visit you. You had thought about asking her to move in with you so you could have someone to talk too, but realized that only Brandon had your phone number. So you called him.
'(Y/N)? Why are you calling me at this hour?' Brandon asked groggily through the phone.
'I need Bea's phone number, it's really important that you give it to me.' You said back.
'You know you're interrupting my resting time? But I'll give it to you,' Brandon said on the other line as you heard the bed creak.
'Thank yo-'
'In a text, in the morning.' He said which made you instinctively frown.
'Fine, but you better not-'
Click~
He hung up on you. You yelled and flailed around on your couch and started to say a million curses towards Brandon. After your little temper tantrum, you went into your room and snuggled under your covers and fell into a deep sleep. By the time you woke up, you realized that you had a date with a girl you had met. You had met her at a book signing and she stood out to you. She wasn't bouncing on the balls of her feet or overly ecstatic about meeting like the other people there, instead, she walked up to you when it was her turn calmly and "accidentally" dropped a piece of paper that you picked up and found that her phone number was on there. You invited her over to your place because you didn't feel like the paparazzi harassing you when you were trying to just eat some McDonalds. So you opted to go with the classic instant noodles because you didn't feel like ordering something super fancy. You two hit it off and started to date for a while.
(Time skip)
You and Gemma had gone out for the day, in cosplay because why not. You had walked up to a cafe and bumped into Beatrice who had tear-filled eyes and started to run out of the building before you put your hand out and grabbed her shoulder.
"Bea, what's wrong?" You asked as Beatrice looked at you confused.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know who you are." She said while trying to remove your hand.
"It's me, (Y/N). Tell me what happened." You said sternly as Beatrice looked at you in awe.