The Artist And The Atheist

| 5 | BITTER TRUTH |

بسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
In The Name Of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful

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"I heard Seiga has decided to deduct ten percent of the total charity for the Kenyan hospital." 

Vanessa peers at her from under her eyelashes and leisurely sips her tea.

"I also heard that the videos will not air. The awareness videos, filmed in Kenya."

"And from where have you overheard this?"

Wafa remains impassive. She clenches the rooftop railings of the headquarters. The serene wind picks up its speed and tickles the side of her face. Albeit it carries serenity, it doesn't bring tranquility to her heart, for her insides burn in vexation.

"It doesn't matter where I've found out about it." The vocalist grits.

"Well," The manager uncrosses her legs and abandons the magazine on the table as she stands up.

The brown-haired sees her walking toward her. Her woodsy lens observes her. There is a reason why people can't manage to maintain eye contact with Vanessa Elrod. Indeed, the way she carries herself around is peculiar. There is nothing warm in her aura. Rather, it is frosty and somewhat-- intimidating.

"that is the order by the CEO Hayashi."

Wafa inhales, attempting to calm herself from lashing out at her manager, for this will bring no benefit but only detriments. "Why Vanessa?"

Vanessa, standing adjacent to Wafa, raises an eyebrow at her before gazing back at the view in front of her. "Pity that you are inquiring me regarding this. I did not expect it from you. Or perhaps it was the most expected thing by you."

The vocalist doesn't utter a word, continuing to glare at her manager with her deadly eyes, her lips pressing in a thin line.

The manager side glances at her. A devious smile plays on her features as she turns to Wafa. "Kenyan police failed to ensure your safety barbarically. Do you still think they deserve the money you earned from your performance?"

Wafa narrows her eyes at her. "Certainly, the money I made will not go to my pocket but to Seiga, Vanessa," She retorts.

The manager glares at her. Regardless, the vocalist continues without cowering.

"And about them being deserving; we are not paying the police but to the hospital where the local cancerous children will proceed to operate further because of those funds."

"It is not wise for you to bite the hand that feeds you, Wafa Hassan Sheikh," Vanessa says, dusting the vocalist's shoulders. "Don't forget that it is because of Seiga that from being a no-name teenager, you are now a millionaire and famous among the billions."

Now it is Wafa smiling deviously. Slightly tilting her head, she leans toward her manager. "I was destined to be a millionaire and destined to be popular among the billions. And as for Seiga, the organization plays a ladder in my life story. It was supposed to choose me."

Elrod clicks her tongue, retreating her hand from clutching her shoulder. "You shouldn't get haughty now. That said organization can bring you to your knees and make you run in the streets worse than a tired donkey." She purrs.

"Who said having a firm belief in The Divine Decree makes me haughty? Were my Lord to humiliate me or grant me honor, who is Seiga to stand up against The Master of the Heavens and the Earth? " Wafa holds her manager's gaze defyingly.