London Flandish

London Flandish came from old money. Her great grandfather made his money selling munitions to the US military. Her grandfather took his inheritance and made a fortune in real estate in southern California and Las Vegas, and her father opened a chain of resorts in Vegas, Tahoe, Atlantic City, and the Caribbean.

London had gotten into an exclusive college, mostly thanks to her dad's generous donation to the school's endowment. She graduated with a C average and her dad set her up to open her own clothing line. It bombed, and she filed for bankruptcy, leaving her creditors in the lurch.

Today she was starting her first day as her dad's Vice President of marketing, earning a lot of silent anger from the executives who worked their way up and were passed over.

She was lounging in her office, wondering how she would redecorate it, when her secretary came in. "Miss Flandish?"

"Yes, Chloe?" said the beautiful blonde.

"It's Carrie. Um, I went to the bathroom and when I came back this envelope with your name on it was on my desk." She walked over and handed the envelope to London. It was white with London written in golden calligraphy.

"Oh, thanks, um...Carrie. That'll be all, and could you send out for a vanilla caffè macchiato?"

The secretary turned, rolled her eyes, and left.

London opened the envelope. Written inside on golden calligraphy on a crisp white piece of paper was