After the last meeting with Douglas, I needed to grab interviews with some major guests to help keep my ratings up, so I didn’t lose my spot to that b***h. But once we finished the segment on Ethan’s campaign last night, I took the day off.
I’d recently redesigned my bathroom to include a large, sunken marble jacuzzi with my initials etched all around the room, plus two large mirrors, cabinets, and drawers for my hair and makeup products. Chante Moore played quietly in the background as I sat in the tub with cucumbers on my eyes, wearing a fresh facial mask. Candles were lit all around. My hair was wrapped in a scarf to keep from getting wet.
Taking a sip of my Moscato, I let the cool, sweet taste drain down my throat. “Mmmm, hits the spot.”
Suddenly, Nina, Emery, and Scottie burst into
