Tara's POV
I was sitting face to face with the iconic woman, a tall slender lady with a little too much makeup on, but she was still so beautiful. Expensively beautiful with all of her accessories and even her hairdo.
"It is an honor meeting you, madam Hernandez. Or would you prefer I called you some other name?" One thing about these classy rich people, they fear people who are confident around them. Just be strong, fierce, and you'll gain their respect quickly.
"Call me Amor." She said with a smile.
Amor?
"Okay, Amor. It's lovely meeting you again--"
"Madam Amor might suffice." She muttered but I pretended not to have heard. If she was already whispering instead of speaking so boldly, then it meant I was winning.
