SERENA’S POVThe door to my office swung open with a force that caught me off guard, and the next thing I saw was Bianca was striding over to my table like a runway model. She was hard to miss in her tight red dress, expertly applied makeup, and heels that added at least 4 inches to her height. I arched an eyebrow, unable to suppress a note of annoyance. "Bianca, couldn't you have knocked? There's a thing called courtesy, you know."Bianca tossed her hair back, a haughty smirk on her lips. "Courtesy? Who needs that when you're the daughter of a Ramirez? I can do as I please."I sighed, rubbing my temples, bracing myself."Bianca, what are you doing here?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "I just thought we should chat some more. Clear the air, you know?" She replied innocently, taking a sip of coffee from the mug she wrapped her fingers over . I tensed, not in the mood for her games. "I just asked,what do you want, Bianca?""Oh, don't play dumb with me, Serena. We both know
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