"She said what!"
Lana gasps, sitting across from me. She can't believe what Camille Hunt demanded that I do for us to be friends. That's ridiculous.
"Yes, she wants me to give her grandkids and ask her son to quit being a photographer and then quit working for Vanessa." I shake my head. "That's if I still want us to be friends."
"And what did you say?"
"I told her that's impossible." I chuckle. "But the petty part of me wanted to say that I have enough friends and she can go go to hell."
"You should've definitely said that!" Lana laughs. "And how did she take your response."
"Not good." I laugh. "She nodded and said it's okay. And then this wicked woman literally took my box of chicken and fries and threw it in the bin. She then looked me dead in the eyes and said, 'that's what I do
