CHAPTER 9

I visited one of my companies, a modeling agency. By then, I was already boiling with anger because all their models were too skinny and very ugly.

I needed bitches with big fluffy asses, sexy-looking bitches not broomsticks. Something clients would see and want to smash. That's how the brand sells and how I attract my top-class clients.

My eyes skimmed across the office space: bright walls, polished floors, and beautifully designed interiors.

Yes, this was perfect, beauty was my second name.

Indirectly inviting clients or impressing them-a totally different story compared to the contents of my head.

Here, there was a grave issue, and there wasn't anything that was going to make me sugarcoat it.

The faces of employees whom I passed in the hallways turned toward me with smiling eyes, they have no idea how pisses I am at their stupid faces.

Their faces changed when I returned their smiles with a scowl.

They all knew what was about to happen. They'd seen it before. And to be honest, I