#𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒¹

❥4. #𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚❥

"Shika, what's wrong with to you?! What are you thinking bringing her here?!".

"What do you mean? I can't have friends apart from you two?". A scoff directed its way out of Shika's mouth.

"Shika, you of all people know how rumors and scandals fly to us. You can't just tell me she's your friend. You're too trusting!

"I'm not-".

"Yes you are. That's the same thing which got us into that mess the last time. Because you're too gullible!".

Shika just stood still and stared at Ohemma in shock.

"I-I didn't mean for it to come out that way. You know how much you mean to me and I don't want anyone to take advantage of that".

"Yeah sure, whatever. Let's go back. I'm sure we've kept them waiting".

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"Miss, I'm sorry but I can't let you in. Your name isn't on the list".

"Do you know who I am? I'm Rahael Okyere, goddammit!".

"Miss, please step aside. VIPs are waiting to enter".

"VIPs?". Rahael just scoffed and pushed her way inside making her way to the Glitz.

"Jennie! This was all your doing wasn't it?!".

"Oh Rahael, what are you? A fucking animal? Storming into this place like you have no brain".

"Oh cut the crap. It was you who took me off the list right? I thought we were friends".

At this point, everyone had their ears and eyes on what was happening.

Jennie laughed.

"Friends? Friends don't talk shit about   others behind their backs".

"Oh, come on. It's true, isn't it? Shika is into drugs, isn't she?".

And that was what it look for Ohemma to lose her cool and speak up.

"Rahael, stop it. That's enough. We all know what happened but barging into this place and acting like a rabid dog won't fix it. Sure, you're trying to embarrass us but that would also accelerate your downfall".

Rahael scoffed in disbelief.

"Oh, so you're here to grace me with your presence, right? Then take this".

No one saw it coming until the sharp sound resounded and shocked gasps was all that could be heard.

"Ohemma, who do you think you are? Just because your parents are rich doesn't make you more better than I am. We almost have the same influence".

Ohemma laughed—indulging in the copper-metallic taste now present in her mouth—and this came as a surprise to everyone. Wasn't she just hit across the face?

"Yes, that's the keyword. Almost. We took you in and introduced you to the glamorous life of this world and this is how you repay us?".

At this point, Ohemma got closer to a flute of champagne and threw it at Rahael.

"Oh my goodness! Do you know how expensive this is?! It's Chanel!". Rahael shrieked.

"Oh, I'm not done. You had to your opportunity to talk. It's only fair if I'm allowed to do same. It's amazing how you can spout so much bullshit. You're right my parents are rich and we might have the same influence, but guess what? I'm better than you'll ever be".

"Excuse me?!".

"Look around you, everyone's staring. You just let them know exactly who you are. An ungrateful bitch".

At this, Rahael slowly looked around, finally realizing she had made a fool out of herself. She had let her mask slip.

"This must be so embarrassing to you but I'm just giving you something for you to come back to your senses. If you've got a problem with that, you know where to find me. Just book an appointment this time".

[Oh, so that was how it was. To become famous, you need to approach a celebrity. Borrow their power and become their parasite]

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Meanwhile at the other side of the party, a man stared at the now over chaos which had unfolded before his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

This was why he hated these events. There was always drama and chaos. He craned his neck slightly and his façade broke as his eyes took took notice of her. The way she carried herself. He was intrigued like never before.

"Sir, it's time to leave. The car has arrived". A voice said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Mhmm. I need information on that girl. I need everything. Don't leave any thing out".

"Who?".

"Her". Was all he said before exiting the venue.

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