MYLA
“Do I really have to do this?” I whined for the umpteenth time trying to convince Gerald otherwise
“Yes, if we don’t put an end to the narrative it will keep on brewing” he answered
“Let them think what they like I don’t care”
“That I agree with you but we can’t let the McCauleys think they have the upper hand”
I sighed, he was right they would think they had leverage over me just because of their stupid stunt to try to f**k me over with.
We were at a news outlet about to do an interview, disregarding the lies flying around, I was seated in a makeup chair with a woman doing her thing on my face while Gerald sat on a cushion his right leg crossed over the other as he scrolled away on his phone
“Just make sure you stick to your lines and you will be fine,” he said making me rol
