𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 | 𝐁.𝐄

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-𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕-

i yelled, " open!", awaiting for me to be under pressure to fix bull shit for someone's reputation, along with the sake for my record label.

that's when yara busted through the door. she looked like she had been crying and haven't slept in days. maybe even snorted a line or two before she came in.

i stated, " yara, this shit ain't cool", before she could step a foot further into my office seat.

" i know ms. o'connell, but i can explain.. i didn't mean to hurt the reputation of your co-"

i cut her off, overstimulated, " get to the point. why did you do it?"

" i had asked if he wanted to be featured on the album since.. you know how we talked about how we felt like my last song was missing something. he came over and i guess the lyrics hit us both... then shit got escalated."

" and you let him record that shit? yara come on now what the fuck."

she looked at me disappointed, " i'm sorry."

" sorry ain't cutting this shit, you got in between the relationship of a man in a public marriage. how the fuck you expect this shit to just be let alone with an sorry? you're not only the ruining the reputation for my company, it's also ruining yours! you might as well forget about the album now."

" you know how hard i've worked on that! how could you say something like that to me?"

and that's when i wanted to lash out. everyone was making me feel like shit was my fault or i made them feel bad when they caused the shit them damn selves. what's wrong with people taking accountability nowadays?

" you obviously didn't care that much about it if you slid your pussy down his dick. tighten up and come up with a lie to cover up this bull shit. say the tape was old and resurfaced or something, i can find you a lawyer."

this shit is crazy, i couldn't process it. she came all the way down here to london, just to get me to fix shit she had done. crazy how desperate people are to prove they're a good person.

she sighed once again, her arms shaking steadily and her veins popped out her hands and slightly through her arms. yeah, i could tell this shit wasn't treating her well, but neither was it for me.

i now had fifteen different things to sort out. i had to put money into so many things at the moment, and getting a lawyer on top of it wasn't the plan.

she replied back, " im sorry for coming to you with this.. i know it was stupid and i should-"

" just get out, ill handle it", i assorted. the woman got out the seat, and rushed out my office. the door swiftly closed behind her.

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i was finally off.

today was long, and the thought of going home to rest with milan was heavily on my mind.