It was around noon when a woman stormed into the top floor where Simone worked alongside William.
The woman, no older than 22, wasn’t here for a chitchat, and was haughty to boot.
“Is William here?” She asked without even looking at her.
She looked like she came from money, and was dressed like it — her ruby-red dress flowing down into beautiful cascades, and her designer purse said it all.
But it was someone who wasn’t on the agenda… and someone who was rather rude to top it all up. No greetings. No nothing.
Last time I checked you don’t own the building, woman, Simone was tempted to say but refrained from it very last minute.
“And who are you?” She retorted instead, matching her energy, because she somewhat felt way too irked by this woman’s attitude and unmasked hostility.
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