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chapter twelve

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chapter twelve. media day ( derogatory )

Willa glances at Althea as they follow Augustine into a small studio

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Willa glances at Althea as they follow Augustine into a small studio. "So who's in charge of this?" Augustine asks.

Althea smiles. "I promised Milena I'd do her a solid." she says.

"Milena who?" Augustine asks.

"She's a friend. We kind of ran for the same jobs but she got them most times since we're only a year apart." Althea explains. "She's also like super small and could pull off so much more than I could." another pause and Althea pulls the door open. "She's kind of like a sister to me."

Althea glances at Milena and smiles. "Hey, I brought Augustine and Willa, if you want, you can recruit them for your next video or whatever."

Milena smiles and flushes. "Thanks, but I think I called around; your boyfriend responded to my email, admittedly I've got a bright idea." a devious flicker sparks in Milena's eyes. 

Althea's heart dropped. "Are you going to talk about clips from my career?"

Augustine's eyes glimmer. "What crazy shit have you done?"

"Nothing crazy just an episode of a stupid... thing..." Althea says as she glares at Milena.

Milena shrugs and glances at Althea. "Anyway, the chair is set up and then we'll walk the both of you through the process of the media stuff."

Althea shoots a pleading glance at Milena. "Don't go through my entire career, please." she pleads. 

Milena shrugs and smiles and quickly runs a hand through Althea's hair. "I hope you have fun."

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Althea sits next to George, her eyes focused on the laptop before looking at him and then at Milena who sits in a director's chair. "You nervous?" he teases. 

"No." she shot back. "A little." she says after a few seconds and he grips her hand, squeezing it gently. 

"It can't be that bad." he muses. "What's the worst thing on your rap sheet?" he asks.

MEDICINE ──── GEORGE RUSSELL.Where stories live. Discover now