Ava pov
I walked out of the cafe fumming. Just because he is famous, doesn't mean he can Call me a bitch. He deserve that slap. Maybe I should have slapped harder So the fame which got up his head would have been destroyed. Come on Ava forget What happened moments ago. With a deep breath a opened my office door.
Oh yeah I forgot to Tell you that I work as a interviewer. I love my job But you know there is pros and cons. Pros getting to meet celebrity and having the privilege to interview them. Cons , meeting cocky celebrity who acts like they own the fucking world.
"Hey Ava" James our cameraman greeted me.
"Hey James " I replied trying to fake a smile still upset on What happened earlier.
" bad day? " he asked quirking his brows
"Very "I replied before walking away from him and entered the dressing room.
"Hey ava. Seems like you are very popular in twitter " mia my stylist said as I entered in.
"What do you mean" I asked her pulling my phone out from my pocket.
"See it for youself. " she replied.
"Wtf. Are you kidding me. This scene literally happened like few mins ago and it's all over the twitter.? " I asked rubbing my temple.
"To add on their fans are sending me hate . Great. Just GREAT. " I feel like punching someone. Ughhh
The rest of the day was pretty bad. Everyone at my workplace kept asking What happened and So on.
After such a long day I went home.
After eating my dinner and watching some television I decided it was time to sleep.
Well time to sleep means time to use my phone lying on my bed Till my battery drains.
I went to twitter and well my notification flooded with so many hate comment. Maybe it will be fun if I replied some of their crazy fans hate comment. ;)
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A/N hello guys. So last chapter i got more thn 3 votes so i decided to continue. Aha. Hope you like the story. Pls vote and comment. Thank-you.
Declaimer: the way I portray Omar in this story might Seem Likr he is abit cocky and rude. But it's just fiction.
