Say goodbye to the old Isla Phoebe Jane Collins.

And Hello to the new me!

Friday night once I got home from work; I unpacked everything and then made my way to my wardrobe. I turned the light on and took a deep breath in and out.

My hand started pulling clothes off the racks and out of draws. They flew everywhere. I didn't want anything to remind me of my past life. I am starting over!

An hour later. Two bags full of clothes, shoes and accessories. I am finally done. And my bare wardrobe tells the story. There is maybe a handful of clothes that I kept, because they were

A) Very expensive

B) Vintage; one of a kind pick ups

C) Brand new

D) Or D, I wanted to keep them because they were pieces that would last forever

I woke up Saturday morning, bright and early. Did my usual morning routine and then headed out for a day of shopping and pampering.

I drove into the city, parked my car in Melbourne Central and headed to the Emporium.

I walked through Gorman, Topshop, Peter Alexander, Tony Bianco, Fossil, Mimco, Sass and Bide, Glue Superstore, Willow and Scotch & Soda.

Let's just say, my wardrobe won't be bare for much longer. And I was spending a fortune on this.

I sat down at the Hive for afternoon tea and I felt my hair.

'urgh' it's disgusting, long and has nothing to it. I have dead hair for like 10cm of it and it does nothing to my body. And with that thought, I picked up my phone and dialled the one person who can fix my hair and has been for so long.

"Hello Aunty Kath!" I sang to her.

Sunday morning drive down to see my Aunty for a haircut. I arrived with breakfast and flowers for her.

"Hey sweetie, how you been?" She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Good, rough few weeks, but I need change!"

"What can I do for you today?" She asked and I sat down in a chair and looked myself in the mirror.

What can she do for me today?

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Monday morning and I swing open the doors to the office. A cool spring breeze comes through the door as it swings open.

I stride into the office with a smile on my face. I whip my sunglasses off my face, clutch my iPad and handbag in my left arm and the other holds my glasses. I walk over to Anna at reception.

"Anything for me today Anna?" I ask.

She turns her head up to me and her jaw opens and hangs down.

"What?" I look at her.

"You look beautiful Isla!" She just blurts out and then covers her mouth with her hand.

"Thanks Anna!" I blush at her. "Anything for me?"

She looks down at her desk and comes up with some mail and magazines for me.

"Thanks!" I say and walk away from her.

"I like the hair!" She yells back and I smile.

My long blonde hair has gone, my old clothes have gone and today I look drop dead gorgeous; in my eyes.

I now have much, much shorter blonde hair with an ombre hair colouring. Still blonde, but more tints and highlights. My hair is all one length and sits just above my shoulders; it's curled. My clothing is white and dark navy blue striped dress from Topshop; capped shelves, a-line figure and shows off my curves and breasts. I wear black Mary Jane style high heels that show off my legs. I have minimal make up on, but I have a bright red lipstick on.

I walk down the hall and knock on an office door.

"Come in" The voice says.

I grip the handle and see Nicole seating at her desk.

"Hey, do you have those lingerie photos for me?"

Nicole jaw is dropped, much like Anna's. "You look incredible babe!" She smiles at me.

"Thank you, I needed the change!" I smile, "So those photos?"

"Oh yeah, Phillip has them" She says and I frown at her. "What, he wanted to see them!"

"Of course he did..." I turned around and headed to Phillips office.

I knocked on his door, because I wanted to be polite about it.

"You may enter!" I hear his British voice say. I enter the room; his eyes look me dead straight in the eye and look up and down my body.

"Do you have those lingerie photos from the shoot the other day?" I ask him removing my gaze from his.

His office has changed dramatically from the bare office space that it once was. His new desk arrived; Willow wood with metal legs. Book shelves, a filling cabinet, some beautiful artwork and some awards hanging up. I admired his taste actually.

He holds up the papers in his hands. I walk over to him and smile a thank you. Phillip hands me the papers but drops them. I give him an annoyed look and bend down. I heard his chair creak and I snapped back up.

"Did you do that on purpose?" I question him. He just gives me a smirk.

"Maybe... Maybe not..." He smirks back at me.

"Mr Perkins..." I left out in a huff, "Were you just checking my ass out?"

He gets up off his chair and stands close to me; so close that we are only inches away.

"Maybe... Maybe not..." He whispered at me and I just shivered. It was sexy and incredibly gross at the same time.

"Well if you excuse me!" I turn around quickly and take the photos with me.

After a short walk to my office, I am faced with one fact; Phillip Perkins was checking me out. I smiled to myself and entered my office.

The smell of my glasshouse candles hits my face and I let out a sigh in happiness. I place my handbag on my couch in the corner and placed the mail on my desk. I take a seat in my chair and spin around a few times. I smile and I start laughing.

Someone coughs at my door and I stop to look.

"I need that finical report Jonathon gave you yesterday..." Phillip asked. I let out a sigh as my moment was over. I open up a draw in my desk and grab the report which was on top. I put my hand out, he walks over and I drop the report down to the ground.

He gives me a smirk and bends down. I turn my head away and open up a magazine. I don't dare to look.

"Was that even necessary...?" He stands back up again.

"Yes!" I say with a smile and look through the magazine. I flipped the page over and Phillip took it from my hands, "Hey!" I yelled back at him, "I was reading that!"

"Well not anymore you aren't," He frowned at me, "You have work to do!"

"Like you seeing the photos from the lingerie shoot!" I stood up from my chair and tried to grab the magazine back from him. "You clearly only think with you dick!"

Phillip stood closer to me; like back in his office.

"So you're thinking about my dick are you?" He smirked.

"Urgh!" I moved myself away, until Phillip grabbed my waist, pulled me in close and planted one on me. His lips were soft and urgent. He wanted me, but I pushed him off of me.

"You know that's called sexual harassment?" I told him, wiping my lips.

"You know you liked it!" He sang and started to turn around. I crept up behind him and stole back my magazine. He turned around and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Really mature Isla!"

"I don't care; you are not the boss of me!" I tease him. "I don't even know why Jonathon even hired you!"

He turned around quickly, stood close and gave me an angry look.

"You're a complete mess, self obsessed princess who gets everything she wants. And only carries on like a whiny baby when things don't go your way!"

My palm connected with his cheek. I heard a loud slap and a groan from Phillip.

"You know nothing Phillip Perkins!"

"Did you really just quote Game of Thrones?" He questioned, holding his hand to his cheek.

"YES! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I yelled at him. He pissed me off and he knew it. But he knows nothing about me, nor did I want him too. He is a complete stranger to which Jonathon hired because he thought I needed help.

I screamed into a pillow and sat back down. I picked my magazine up and started to read it again. I was flustered, frustrated, mad, angry, pissed off. Anything else?

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