ZARA [On HOLD]

Deeper in the abyss

A few moments earlier...

13:41

Ava's P.O.V

It doesn't matter where I go, when it's time to leave the house, my presence has to make a statement out there. I know I'm going to a meeting, but I can't look like I'm stressing about it, rather like flawless with it.

I got on my brown tight dress that hugs nicely at my curves, my favorite silver ankle strap high heels, and a slim gold necklace which adds a nice complementary touch to my makeup. Your girl's eyebrows are on fleek, with my curly long hair falling to my shoulders—all natural baby—I don't be putting on fake hair on my sh*t.

I contemplated on putting on a black tight dress with red lipstick, but I figured that I'd bump into another bitch with the same look. So I went with the light brown dress to add a nude touch to my look, it complements my light skin tone pretty well, and the lip gloss just completes the look—flawless.

I look more flawless with my hair brushing against the wind coming in the sunroof of my Audi TTRS, sunglasses on, and a Cardi B Playlist blasting through the speakers.

As I cruise nicely through the boulevard, I notice heads turning left and right. Men are practically drooling, their eyes probably undressing me as I pass by. One guy almost trips over his own feet trying to get a better look. Typical.

I sometimes imagine that men can never handle a woman like me—I'm Ava bitch. Where are you gonna start, what are you gonna do for me, huh? It's a different territory here, no easy access or some bullsh*t like that.

At a red light, I catch a group of ladies in a car next to mine giving me the side-eye. I smirk to myself, knowing exactly what's going through their minds. Jealousy is one hell of a funny thing—it's a mother of all f*ck ups. They see another bitch winning, looking fabulous, and suddenly they got some sort of a problem.

Their disdain ain't got nothing on me though, it doesn't even surprise me one bit. Bitches always act this way when they see another bitch shining brighter than them. They might try to not show it, but they do.

One of the ladies whispers something to her friend, and they frown at my direction. I simply blow them bitches a kiss and rev my engine, watching faces wrinkle in distaste. I like feeding off hating energy.

When the light turns green, I bury the throttle and disappear, leaving them behind with the noise coming off the loud pipe. One thing is for sure, my presence is hardly forgettable and that's exactly how I like it.

By the time I pull up to the agency's office, the time reads 14:02—two minutes late. I step out of my car, every head in the parking lot turning my way. I close the door behind me and strut over to the entrance like I own the place, with my purse held nicely on the side.

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"You may take a seat Ava", the blonde white female says with a familiar tone of voice—must be Lisa, pointing at the empty seat across the large desk.

She is seated with two other men, both in their late 40s if not early 50s I assume. Honestly, this feels like a board meeting now that I can feel the professionalism hanging in the air from just looking at them with their suit and ties, and laptops open in their faces.

I stride towards the pointed seat with my heels clicking loudly against the shiny floor, my hips effortlessly swaying to the side.

"Sorry, I'm late yo, got caught up in that damn traffic", I say, sinking smoothly into my seat.

"It's alright. It doesn't seem like that's going to be so much of a recurring problem from the looks of things anyway", he clears his throat.

I cock my eyebrow in confusion.