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[sub]It’s [color=DDA0DD][b]Bailee Helmsley[/b][/color]’s world, and you’re just living in it.
Location: Bailee’s Private Jet ----> Helmsley Estate ----> The Helmsley Three’s Meeting Room
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[hr][hr][color=DDA0DD][b]“I already [i]told[/i] you Leon, we can’t move the contract up three weeks, I have exams to take- No, I don’t care that we could possibly lose the deal, we can’t change our deadline, end of story.”[/b][/color] Bailee argued, stirring her spoon impatiently in her coffee as she spoke with one of her business partners on the phone. Thank [i]god[/i] TSA had changed their in-flight phone policies, or else she would have had to deal with all of this bullshit when she landed. Although she didn’t officially have the role yet, she still acted as the Chief Executive Officer of her father’s company on a day to day basis, overseeing all of the same business functions that he did, and conversing with clients, business partners, and other key players. For most 17-year-olds, this would be too much to take on, but Bailee Helmsley wasn’t most 17-year-olds.

[color=DDA0DD][b]“If they want to sign, they’ll do so in three week’s time once they can improve their numbers, and if not, they can [i]move out of the way[/i].”[/b][/color] The brunette spoke sternly into the phone; her seriousness and professionalism whilst talking with people nearly thrice her age was second to none. Looking out the window, Bailee noted that they were making their final descent towards the Helmsley Estate, reason enough for her to wrap up this [i]aggravating[/i] call.  [color=DDA0DD][b]“I’m going to need to hang up now, and hopefully by the time I touch down, you will have smoothed things out.”[/b][/color] Pressing ‘end call’ faster than lightning, a deep sigh emitted from the girl’s lips as soon as she was free of her CEO duties for the time being. 

[color=DDA0DD][b]“Charlie, what’s my schedule for the rest of the day?[/b][/color] Bailee asked her virtual assistant, slipping on her Louboutins that she had taken off for the duration of the flight as she spoke.

[color=E6E6FA][b]“You have a meeting with the Manager of Product in half hour’s time, followed by a conference call with the Directors of Inventory forty-five minutes later, and then you have...”[/b][/color] Charlie droned on and on in his British accent, so much that it was making Bailee’s head hurt. Checking her phone as he read off her calendar, she noticed a text from her twin brother which held one word only. Meeting. 

Now, the Helmsley’s took their meetings quite seriously, so seeing this message meant that her brother meant business, and this was something that took precedent over her other duties. Her family came first, and she firmly enforced this in her business proceedings. Whenever one of her siblings wanted to talk about something, she made sure she was there for them, which made the words that followed quite easy to say. 

[color=DDA0DD][b]“Cancel everything, I have other immediate things to attend to. Such as figuring out how the hell I’m going to catch up on all of my schoolwork. Phone the school for me, will you, and see that things are put in order for me? And text my twins and tell them I’m just landing now.”[/b][/color] She requested, feeling the plane meet the ground and the aircraft began to slow and roll down the tarmac.

[color=E6E6FA][b]“Yes, Ms. Helmsley, your calendar has been cleared, and I will telephone the school and notify your siblings immediately.”[/b][/color] Bailee nodded in response, gathering her things, including her large tote bag and her state of the art tablet which held [i]all[/i] of her important files for Helmsley Enterprises. That tablet was her world, and it went with her wherever she went. Rummaging through her purse for a compact, she inspected her reflection in the mirror, and after satisfied with her appearance, shoved it back into her bag. Sliding on her sunglasses, she handed off her bags to the attendant and walked down the stairs of the plane, where her driver was waiting to take her home.

As soon as she pulled up to the estate, Bailee strutted through the front door and down the long winding hallway towards the meeting room, where her brother was awaiting her arrival. Her heels echoed loudly in the hallway against the marble tile, but that was expected due to the sheer size of the home. Arriving at her destination, she flung the door open, tilting down her sunglasses to meet the eyes of one of her twins.

[color=DDA0DD][b]“You rang?”[/b][/color]