NIA'S POV
Kourtney did not argue and instead, she turned toward me and motioned for me to leave the room as well. Peeved, she muttered rude things about Tameka. "She thinks because she is his executive assistant she should be his little play toy, and she can do whatever she wants."
Starr bristled at the mention of "play toy" but I shrugged it off. We closed the door behind us and waited in the drawing room for about ten minutes. The entire time, my heart was beating out of my chest and I paced back and forth while Kourtney chattered aimlessly.
"The boss is ready for you now." Tameka’s voice was dripping in bitter angst against me with an almost eerie expression on her face.
I padded into the executive's office with Kourtney behind me, but before she could enter, Tameka stopped her.
