MY DEAD WIFE IS MY MAID

1. "Get a Job, Roxy! "

NARRATOR

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" announced the presenter. "Welcome to another fashion debut of Callahan's Beauty Fashions. "  the presenter continued. "And now ,get ready to meet the owner and CEO of Callahan's fashions worldwide, Mr Karl Callahan!"

     Almost immediately the crowd went wild. A limosene drive slowly and stopped sideways at a red carpet. One guard went forward formerly dressed and opened the door for the occupant of the car to step out. First, a shiny, well polished leather shoes stepped out,and then the owner followed. The crowd went frenzy in excitement. The man had a small smile on his face as he looked around.

He is Karl Callahan,26, one of the most handsome men in New York and equally the most richest. The biggest tycoon and a world famous businessman. His silk, dark, shiny hair was styled perfectly and he was wearing a red tuxedo, looking hot and dashing as always. All the ladies were going crazy as they wanted to touch him,but his security guards guarded and shielded him away from their touch. He was carefully guided into the hall and escorted to his seat at the high table. When he finally sat down, the presenter announced; " Now it's time for the fashion show to begin!"

The crowd cheered in excitement as the models started coming out to with  their different dresses, showing them to the public at the runway.

KARL

I smiled in satisfaction as I watched the ongoing show. Cameras clicked on my face, every now and then, as usual as I tried to smile a little. Well, it's part of being a worldwide celebrity, I'm used to it. Even besides me a pretty lady sitting beside me at the high table was glancing at me nonstop, bushing at intervals. Once, when I caught her gaze, she smiled so widely and blushed so openly that I had to smile.

Yeah I know. I'm handsome.

Finally the show was over and I was called to give my speech, which I did perfectly to my utmost satisfaction. Then I was escorted out of the hall after taking a group picture with the guests at the high table along with me and the models with my guards and I heard the screams and shouts of my fans, especially the ladies screaming my name and holding out placards with my name pictures and even comments on it for me. I smiled and walked out in elegance back to my limosene and drove back home.

ROXANNE

"Roxy, you ought to get a job!" Darcie,my best friend yelled in my ears for the umpeenth time. "This is the third job you are fired from in two weeks!"

I rolled my eyes.

Ugh, she never ceases to nag.

"Ugh, Dar," I called. "Don't be such a nag." I said. She looked at me with a surprised look on her face.

"What?" She exclaimed; "So now I'm a nag, huh? Do you know how hard it is to get a job in New York? It's just like finding a needle in a big bag of grains."

"Well at least sooner or later you will find the needle if you check well," I shrugged at her statement, but it only fueled her anger.

"Really Roxy?" She said. "Really? You are one of the lucky girls around. You get jobs so easily and quickly when you start looking, but I don't know how and why you make your bosses so mad they fire you!"

"That's because they can't handle this girl," I said chuckling, pointing to myself.

Darcie sighed frustratedly and looked at me. "You got the best job so far this week, but within three days you lost it."

I returned her state with a surprised look. "Oh so now you think working in an ice cream shop and wearing silly costumes is the best job ever?" I scoffed. "Certainly not!"