Samantha
The next morning, in the kitchen, I am mixing up some morning shakes before I hit the gym. I have been quite consistent lately, and even though I am yet to see any viable results, I will keep going. Outside all of this chaos, I am still a millionaire, and I need to keep up my sexy appearance.
April walks into the kitchen and smiles at me.
“Busy morning, huh?” She gestures at the shakes that I begin to take.
“Yeah, the gym needs me. I need to keep fit,t after all.”
“Women and their body images.” She comments with a little head shake.
“That’s how it is.” I know better than to indulge in a conversation with her. After what I saw last night, I don’t know what to think of her. I guess everyone here is my enemy, and she is the biggest one of them all.
“What are you doing af
