After they left, bianca phoned Isabella. "What's up mom?"
"Ahh, silly girl, how is your day going?"
Leaning her back on the chair, "it's going fine, infact everything is working smoothly."
"And the fashion gala?"
Taking a deep breath, she sighed. "Yeah, I've settled that case already." Pausing for a while, she inquired. "Hope you've had lunch"
"Hmm, Ms Ziegler, I should be the one asking you that."
Scrunching her brows, "why? For what reason?"
"Because am chubby and you're petite"
Rolling her eyes, "ugh Mom will you please cut it out? I don't want to grow chubby like you or Nelly."
"To be chubby is not a sin. There are different size of chubby and if you're talking about the glutton size of it, then you're misunderstanding my words."
"Yeah whatever, I love my little stature, at least am not that slim."
"You're saying that because of your beautiful hourglass figures. Well, you can keep your little body size to yourself and tell me what you had for lunch."
Groaning in frustration, "Ugh, am sorry mom but I skipped lunch because I wasn't hungry."
"Huh?"
"Yup, my hungry buds weren't working at lunchtime." She grinned.
"Arrghh, you gat to be kidding me Bianca. What are you? A model? You better start forcing yourself to eat something before the wind from Sahara desert blow you away."
Rolling her eyes, "alright I'll try and one more thing."
"Yes? What's that?"
"I won't be coming home tonight." Without waiting for her reply, she added. "I'll be spending the night at Nelly's place, Nelly and granny Mathilda invited me to spend the night with them, so prepare dinner for just you."
"What if–"
"Alright, I need to get back to work now. Bye, love you, we'll talk later."
"But–"
Bianca hung up before Isabella could complete her statements. Grabbing the files, she walked out of the conference room.
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