One look at Belinda and my head scream at me, "trouble!"
I say nothing. I allow her to pull me to the lift. I shot a look at my assistant, and she nods. She understood what I meant just from staring at her. I am happy to have her, and this is why they deserve a vacation.
What?
No.
You thought I was going on vacation? How could I?
Do you remember the vacation, I asked my parents if we could go on? Yes. That went down the drain after I saw my mother smiling and talking shit about me on tv. I am not going anywhere with her.
"Be careful," I scream at Belinda once she slides us to the closing lift. Seriously, does she want us to die or what?
I have enough of shit going on, the last thing I need is a headache. Well, not dying.
Once the lift closes, she lets go and rummages through her handbag. I stare at her and wait so she can tell me where the hell we are going.
