#𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒¹

⁠❥5. #𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲❥⁠

"Oh, you're back?!".

"Nina, what are you still doing here?". Grace said plopping down on the couch behind her.

"That doesn't matter. So, tell me? How was it?".

"It was okay just a bit of drama and chaos with slaps and drinks all over the place. So yeah, it was amazing".

"But you got a picture though, right?".

Grace looked at Nina in disbelief.

"What?".

"A picture with the Glitz and other celebrities of course".

"Did you really think I thought of taking a picture at that moment?".

"Well, you should have. See how your following count has grown". Nina said, showing Grace what she was talking about.

"Three hundred and fifty followers?! Where did these people come from?! I don't even know them".

Nina laughed slightly at Grace's reaction.

"That's all Shika Dila since she followed you last time".

"This is all too much for today. I'm going to bed. You should go home too".

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It had been almost a week and the news of the split of one member from the Glitz was still trending. When the news got out, it broke the internet.

Lots of theories and conspiracies where thrown out and about the sudden reason why Rahael decided to split from her group but the Glitz members were quick to shut it down even though they're were numerous videos.

Ohemma sighed as she switched off her phone. The tabloids wouldn't stop making headlines about the recent news that shook the internet.

It might have been bad publicity but it was still the same publicity which happened to be the cause of all the skincare products of Felicia Ani's launch to sell out within two days.

In this world, bad publicity was still publicity.

Rahael's case was worse though. Her career started plummeting when someone leaked a video of her acting out and insulting her ex-friends. Some called her ungrateful whiles others gave her backlash for doing what she did.

But actually, Ohemma didn't even care at that point. As long as she or her friends weren't the ones receiving backlash at the end of the stick, she would worry about something else.

She shrugged off the robe she wore and slipped into the bathtub. She had a business meeting with an investor who suddenly wanted to invest in her her family's business which was now thriving more after the recent scandal.

But with how she softly sighed and relaxed when her body touched the water, they were going to have to wait.

She, racking through her designer clad closet, after her bath, settled on a pink baunhilha layered mini shirt dress from Jacquemus, pink vintage Chanel heels and her favorite Miu Miu bag. She wore her sunglasses, spritzed on some perfume before she walked out of her room.

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The plain white top and blue jeans Grace wore made her stand out among the sea of rich people who looked like they were clothed in designer 24/7. She took a glance around the room to see a familiar face when someone gave her a wave. She took it as her que.

"So, why am I here? And how did you get my number?". Grace said instantly as soon as she took her seat.

The man before her merely chuckled.

"Getting your number was easy. We could've dug deeper. If we wanted to, we would've done a background research on you from your birth till now. Your parents, friends-".

"What?!".

"I'm kidding. People always think I'm the Red Heifer or something".

[The Red Heifer is a mystery, thriller book written by Peggy Oppong]

"Well, honestly, you do give off serial killer vibes. But I did a little research to know that you're not. You run a PR company of some sort and I really don't know why you called me here.
If you don't have anything to say, I'll take my leave".

"But you were and are still curious aren't you? That's why you came all the way here. You did capture some attention even though the spotlight was on Ohemma Ani. Some few hundreds noticed you".

"What are you saying?".

"What I'm saying is that you look like you have potential but your life is pretty normal. Too normal for their lifestyle. Grace Yaa Bonsu, 19 years old. The only daughter of your mother. Your father was never in the picture which caused great poverty which made you and your mother end up here in Accra as a necklace maker or whatever it is you are".

"Hey! What gave you the right to dig into my life?!".

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. You should've gotten your 15 minutes of fame when you traded follows with Shika Dila but your follower count just keeps on increasing".

"Okay?".

"Aren't you a little curious? Rahael Jones? Jennie Park? Do you think it's just random? With Jennie, yes but Rahael?".

Seeing Grace silent, he continued.

"Don't you ever wonder how they got it big? The trips, clothes, food? I know you're new to this so I'll start off slowly. Here's my business card. Call when you think about what I said".

With that, he left and Grace was left staring at the now blank space before her, contemplating on whether what she heard was real or not.

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