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The Montellia Gala was hosted every December Twenty. But this year was different. It's only July Fourteen. What's the sudden change, you ask? Let's just say I'm waiting for someone to walk in from that big ass door.
She's not here, yet, of course.
For some fucking reason, she'd rather walk half of the world rather than to let me drive her here. So now I'm waiting with Roger. The pride of that woman is insane, I might add.
Driving away when I'm speaking? Who fucking does that? Her. Walking instead of getting a lift from me? Her.
She's a pain in the ass.
"Where is she, boss?" Roger asked impatiently.
I glanced at my friend slash bodyguard, "You think I know shit?" I asked.
He looked everywhere, focusing on each and everyone inside. I've done that, too.
The Trujillo Industry being the first few people to arrive, Blake Trujillo and his co-partner, Dave Cane. As much as I want to talk about business with those two, I'd rather wait for my plus one who I have no idea if she's ditching me.
I mean, hey, she can ditch me all the way. No worries, it's not like I'm paying her to come here.
She'd lose her job, yes. But that's basically it.
I hear someone laugh louder than anyone, so as someone who doesn't want to miss the fun, I follow the sound.
Ah, Octavia.
Let's pretend she doesn't exist here, but that's going to be hard because of the sound of her laugh. It's annoying as fuck, if you ask me. Octavia's been around since Nicolas became Capo, she looks like Cruella, that's why I don't fuck her.
Cruella's cruel.
Am I scared of that fictional character? Maybe, sure, yes?
Fear not, she's fictional, unless she's Octavia.
I yawned, crossing my arms. I realized I've been waiting for her for no damn reason. I can definitely start this event without her, who is she for me to wait for?
I groaned, mumbling words I don't know why I have to mumble. I started making my way back inside when Roger announced her arrival.
"She's here!" Roger exclaimed.
My eyes found Diaz's. She wore a bright orange dress, something that will definitely make her stand out the most. She walked like a model, the color of her skin, and the color of her dress makes her shine more. That must sound insane, but it's happening right now.
She's fucking glowing.
I make my way to her, hands inside my pockets before I grab and spin her around. "You clean up well." I commented. She glanced at me for a hot minute, rolling her eyes as if I don't own almost everything in this city.
