Maria's Plan

She had a bad feeling.

An awful one that had formed a painful lump in her gullet, which she carried around. Tessa, and, like the other dancers, were headed for the changing room.

It was remarkable how spacious the W Empire was, yet the blond beauty was too tense to even acknowledge that.

It didn't stop the others, and it acted as fuel that ignited their determination to get signed into this glorious workplace.

Again, Doreen Williams was also a prize.

Being a ballet dancer here would allow interactions between the President and the dancers.

When shows were made it'd be a mandate for him to accompany the dancers and the ladies here would die for an opportunity to sit in the same space as he.

All were aware he now had a girlfriend — one he loved to the extent of announcing her name, and the name Tessa Rashford was known by every being across the continent.

Her picture was yet to be revealed, so the ladies in their mind believed they had a chance to be Doreen's.

Mutters of admira