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prologue

"Normani!"

Camila. Normani's best friend. Also known as the girl who keeps her sane.

"Camila," Normani looked up from her desk.

"Don't sound so upset, sweetheart," Camila leaned against the door of the office. "It's the weekend."

"I have to work overtime. I'm broke—"

"Not anymore. You get a raise."

Normani raised her eyebrow. Camila was her boss, but she was also the cheapest person she'd ever met. Giving out raises wasn't really her thing.

"A raise?"

"Take it or stay here until ten," the Cuban shrugged. "Which I don't advise you to do, because I know you'll get distracted by that girl. So get up and let's go."

"That girl," Normani chuckled and shook her head as she looked back down at her papers, "She has a name."

"You won't hear it come out of my mouth."

"There's nothing wrong with her."

"You only say that because she's not here at the moment," Camila said.

"I'd say that if she was here," Normani said as she began to get her things together.

"When she's here, you want her to go, but when she's gone, you need her."

"We're not dating."

"I didn't say you were," the Latina said. "Everyone knows you're not."

"Can you not?" the ebony grumbled.

"Fine. Just know, you're going out with Dinah and I tonight."

"I don't like her."

"Exactly why she's my friend and not yours," Camila smiled. "Hurry, now. We've gotta get going."

"I'm gonna punch her in her face—"

"I'll fire you—"

"She's ignorant—"

"Her family—"

"I don't care," Normani rolled her eyes. "Let me hear nigga come out of her mouth once. She's getting clocked."

"Whatever, Normani," Camila rolled her eyes. "I've gotta go. I'll come pick you up at ten. Be ready."

"Sure."

a/n: 🥳🥳