#𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒¹

❥1. #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳❥

"Oh, what is it now?". Grace sighed as she heard a shocked gasp from her friend.

"This is just crazy. An issue about the Glitz was posted today. One of their friends, Rahael talked behind their back with an anonymous account. Is she trying to slander them or herself? Here, check this out".

Nina, Grace's friend said, practically bouncing in excitement because Grace wanted to know what was happening.

"What are you talking about? And what's the glitz?". At this, Nina slowly blinked at Grace.

"Did you just ask me what the Glitz is? You don't know who the Glitz are? Emphasis on the who!".

"Nina, if I knew would I ask you? And besides I don't care to know them. They don't feed or clothe me".

"Well whatever. They're like literally the hottest celebrities in West Africa and they just landed after a trip to the Maldives".

"Oh Maldives? Did you by any chance accompany them?". Grace cocked an eyebrow.

"Well no but-".

"Yes, you didn't. You know, you could help me sell these things out instead of being on your phone every time".

Nina just rolled her eyes and kept her phone in her pocket.

"Come here. These won't sell out themselves". Grace laughed.

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[~⁠♪pink venom-- blackpink~⁠♪]

The sound of a phone ringing disrupted the silent atmosphere in a car. The driver was silent and so was the occupant apart from the occasional humming.

[Oh and if you didn't know who the person in the car was, it was Shika Dila. One of the hottest and influential social media celebrities in West Africa with over hundred thousand followers on Instagram]

"Ohemma Ani, to what do I owe the pleasure". A smile danced on her lips as she heard the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Shika, come on, all pleasantries aside. You know why I called".

"No beating around the bush? England has taught you well".

"Shika". The person on the line said in a disapproving tone.

"Ugh, fine. Where are we meeting up?".

"Country Club. We'll be waiting for you".

"Why not Porkbelly? We always meet there".

"Yeah, change of plans. Be early, alright?".

Shika hummed and hanged up then she turned her focus to the driver.

"Mr. Albert, make a turn to Country Club, please".

The driver nodded subtly and in no time, they were parked before the restaurant. Shika stepped out of the car and adjusted her sunglasses on her head.

She smirked as she felt eyes on her as she walked her way inside the restaurant in a Pene cut out bodysuit and a cut off midi skirt from ERYS STUDIO with a Prada shoulder bag.

A waiter approached her making her halt.

"Miss Dila, do you have a reservation?".

"Mhmm yes. Under Ohemma Ani".

"Oh yes. This way". At the mention of the name she uttered, the waiter hurriedly led her to a secluded area.

"Here". The waiter gestured to the matte black curtains and Shika nodded at him before entering inside.

"Hey guys". Shika announced her presence by saying this and took a seat placing her bag on the table in the process.

"Oh Shika, thank God you're here".

[The one who just spoke was Ohemma Ani. The hottest and influential e-celeb in West Africa with almost five hundred thousand followers on Instagram surpassing the teen pop star, Shant Elle]

"You've never been that relieved to see me. Why what's wrong?".

"Here take a look at this. These chats were released today. One look and you'd not care but the plot twist is that it's about us".

This time, it wasn't Ohemma who spoke but rather Jennie Park.

[She was also one of the hottest and influential celebrities. Being mixed race certainly gave her features which her four hundred and twenty three thousand followers thought was to die for]

"And you wouldn't believe who did this". Shika cocked an eyebrow.

"Rahael". Jennie and Ohemma said in unison and Shika's eyes widened.

"Yeah, that was my reaction too".

"Apparently I got my face done. Is she even serious?". Jennie spoke.

"Well, I got my breasts and ass done. I mean is it my fault that I'm blessed with assets?". Ohemma scoffed before downing down a glass of juice.

"What about mine?". Shika just rolled her eyes at the looks on their faces.

"Oh come on. It can't be worse than yours".

"You're into illegal stuff. Drugs, that is". At this, Shika went completely still.

Drugs?! How?!

"Hey, hey, look at me! No one can prove those allegations".

"But I-".

"You are Shika Dila. Daughter of one of the richest families in Ghana. So no one can prove that these chats are-".

Ohemma was cut off by the sudden clicks of heels in the room.

"Rahael?".

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