Next door, Gabriela had downed three bottles of beer and was singing at the top of her lungs.
Ramona, scrolling through the trending topics on her phone, felt a growing sense of unease. She tugged at Gabriela's sleeve and asked,"When did I say that Jermaine has s****l dysfunction?"
"Relax! I wrote it!" Gabriela slurred."News has to be juicy to get attention."
Ramona's face darkened."Did you ever think about the consequences of doing so?"
Gabriela, her face flushed from drinking, grabbed the microphone and yelled,"Consequences? What consequences? You think Jermaine's gonna hold a knife to my throat and force me to take it down?"
Suddenly, the door to their private room flew open with a violent kick.
The music cut off abruptly.
Ramona's heart skipped a beat when she saw Jermain
