"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.
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"God, she's so annoying." Amore threw her head back and began scrolling through her phone to book her flight back home. Half of her refused to go back home, while the other half of her missed her family and couldn't wait to head back just to avoid Sasha. She knew that it was mandatory for her to go and Ruby would take a flight to Italy just to drag her back home. She had no choice but to go.
She missed the scent of home. The beautiful smiles from Ruby whenever she saw her around the house. The uniting of her friendships with her friends, and the food that she craved for the past five years.
Amore missed it all.
But since she hadn't stepped foot in the city in half a decade, she didn't know what to expect. The thoughts that people around town believed about her wasn't something that was unknown. Amore knew that to them she was "stuck up" and felt as though she was better than everyone. She moved to have a better life and they doubted that she was living a good life in Italy. Some people believed that she was reallyy taking part in sex trafficking or was barely working. Despite seeing all her work through Vogue, Essence, many different magazines and fashion shows. The jealousy ran through their veins and reeked out of their mouths without fear of being untrue.
That was something she would wait to see.
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Her heels clicked effortlessly against the tiled floor as she looked around the room with a light smile and slight confusion. Her western chinese print halter top displayed the sides of her toned stomach. Her boyfriend jeans hung low on her waist and she didn't think to pull them up. She loved how it brought her an early 2000's nostalgic feeling where female artists would wear their pants so low without it showing their rear.
"You can just head over there for touch ups and we can get started."
"Thank you." Amore nodded and walked into the room and was greeted with her makeup team. Her usual makeup routine only contained foundation only on her dark spots, concealer to cover her unpleasant bags under her eyes. Lip Gloss with brown liner and that completed her look. Oddly, her eyebrows were very thick and just needed brow gel to keep them tamed.
Once her face was touched up a bit, she thanked the team and headed out to the platform. Her hands quickly fixed her curls away from her face as she watched the interviewer step on the platform.
"Hey, Amore. It's very nice to meet you. I love your work."
Abruptly, Amore stood up and shook her hand. "Thank you, Lea. I'm glad to be here."
"Shall we?" Lea pointed to the white cushion seats.
Amore plopped down and watched as the camera man said, "action."
"We're here with Amore Mercier, doing seventy-three questions."
Amore waved at the camera before looking at the interviewer.
"What's your full name?"
"Amore Mercier."
Lea smiled and nodded. "Like, Laura Mercier."
"Yeah." Amore chuckled and crossed her legs. "A rich bitch name."
Immediately, she covered her mouth with her hands and looked at the camera team. "Am I allowed to curse?" They nodded slowly causing her to turn back to the interviewer with a smile. She was known to be someone that spoke her mind and did whatever she wanted. Which was why she sometimes got herself into predicaments that she didn't need to get herself into.
She remembered the vulgarness she used against the basketball coach in high school and even her peers. Amore had a dirty mouth, people would say.
"Where'd you grow up?"
