What happens when two small-town girls’ lives collide in the Big Apple? Meet Lindsay and Charlie. Two smart and fabulous African American single girls who work hard and play hard, only to find their careers and love lives taking tragicomic turns.
Lindsay, a successful television executive, makes the “A” list for the hottest events in New York City. Charlie is devoted to the dream of becoming a screenwriter, and happily in love with her fiancé. And while Lindsay’s heart belongs to a handsome, high-powered video director, Charlie’s fiancé offers stability and family life – two kids from a previous relationship. When they meet it’s the classic case of each one thinking the other’s grass is greener. But the romance of Gotham starts to fade as reality shakes up both women’s worlds. They discover they are two sides of the same coin.
Funny, sweet, and endlessly charming, Cosmopolitan Girls is a winning concoction that will resonate with women everywhere.
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|Title of eBook: Cosmopolitan Girls|
|Release Date: 12-18-2007|
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|Publisher: Broadway Books|
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Chapter OneLindsay Bradley
The invite in fancy gold script read, Lindsay Bradley you are cordially invited to Vogue magazine's after party for the VH1 Fashion Awards at Lotus. Lotus was one of the hottest clubs in New York City, and reason enough to flex my VP status and slip out of the office by seven. For me, that was like working a half day.
I zipped my candy-apple-red BMW 325I out of the parking garage onto Forty-fourth and Broadway. I called her my "baby," because I'd sacrificed and gone on a serious spending diet to come up with the down payment. Even though I almost died eating frozen dinners for all those months, Baby was my first new car. It felt good to work hard and have something to show for it.
Driving in Manhattan I'd become a master behind the wheel, using quick reflexes to switch in and out of lanes with exact precision and obnoxiously blowing my horn to make the car in front of me get the hell out of the way. This was New York style!
I hit the West Side Highway headed Uptown, pressed power on the radio, and popped the sunroof open, catching a whiff of the Hudson River. Midtown's flashing lights and skyscraping buildings faded into the distance. In no time, I was pulling into the garage across from my building on 122nd.
I lived in a refurbished three-story prewar walk-up. Harlem was the happening place to live. I was a lucky girl! The apartment listing had been hidden in the back of the Village Voice so well it almost blended in with the rest of the tiny print, proving you had to be both diligent and desperate to find a great apartment for a decent price in this city.
I heard a loud voice coming toward me. It was Maria, my super...