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EIGHT

"Thank you for having me."

Sasha nodded and stood up from her seat. She shook hands with the woman and watched as she was escorted out of the office, by her security. Amore grabbed her belongings and swung her jacket on her shoulders.

"I liked her." She smiled as they exited the room.

"I didn't." Sasha said simply. She walked down the steps of the studio building where the office was located with a stoic expression. Her purse hung from her forearm as she walked out of the building along with a curious Amore.

"Why didn't you like her?"

"She wasn't sure if she wanted to work for me, which means she doesn't think that she's capable of doing it." Sasha looked over at Amore. "I don't need any weaknesses or lack of confidence on my team."

They held a hard stare for what felt like forever before Amore quickly looked away and gripped onto her purse. There was more inside of her that she still hadn't brought out and instead bringing out her strengths, she brought out the uncertainty that gave off a vibe that she had no confidence in herself.

That she was weak.

"I was thinking that the team should go out for Chinese." Sasha slipped into the car and looked over at Amore, who looked out the window. "What do you think?"

"I have an interview to do with Vogue actually."

"That's great." Sasha nodded and watched as Michael drove with not too much speed, but fast enough. "Keep booking and it'll all intertwine with your work. Just don't show too much emotion or react to any of their questions. It's their jobs to be stupid and nosey."

Amore rolled her eyes and crossed her leg over the other. She smacked her lips at the thought of the interviewer being brave enough to ask her something that had nothing to do with her work.
"I'll make that interviewer feel so dumb."

Sasha shook her head and slipped on her glasses. She began taking notes in her small notebook, as if she was tuning Amore out.

"This is a business not the ratchet stuff you know from back home."

"And, what makes you think that I lived in a ratchet area?" Amore looked over at her with a deep frown. She'd noticed how many times Sasha would refer to her hometown as ratchet or the lifestyle she lived, when she didn't know her at all. Judging was her favourite hobby without knowing anything about the situation.

"You don't know anything about me. Quite frankly, I lived in a very good neighbourhood with some of the wealthiest people living on that street. I didn't live the ratchet life you think that I did, because of where I'm from--- which has nothing to do with you." She remembered the amount of stories she heard about the house she lived in with Ruby being the first house that her mother bought once she knew that they needed to get out of the area they lived in. With the help of Ruby's good friend; Jude, she was able to find a house in a better neighbourhood. The house that Ruby still lived in to that day and she didn't see herself moving.

The house held history to its name and Amore would never let disrespect fly past her without saying anything anymore.

Sasha continued to look at the raging lady before turning her stare towards Michael in front of them. "You can drop me off at the house first. I have plenty of things to work on."

Michael rolled his eyes and headed for Sasha's house. He was the one who got to see most of the disagreements between Sasha and Amore, and it never failed to grow tiring.

The car was filled with silence as Michael unlocked the gate and entered the driveway of the house. He parked in the front and slipped out of the car to open the back door. Sasha quietly thanked him and strutted to her front door with a smirk laced on her lips--- without a care in the world.