Chapter 18

                                    

                                          

"Mama, Ruiz is here to see you.."
                          
Sam spoke hesitantly poking his head around the office door leaving Lauren sat on the couch rather uneasy.. she'd never seen his face before nor ever heard anything good in his defence... 
                          
"Seriously? Great! That's just what I fucking need!"
                          
She huffed slamming her pen down beside her as she issued Lauren a vacant look lifting her fingertips up towards her lips to mimic a silent zip.. he wasn't a man to mess with nor piss off.. 
                          
"Karla! I trust you went over the file I gave you!"
                          
His gruff voice spoke as Lauren set eyes on his heavy stature entering into the room with a cocky male ego walk, he didn't sit.. only stood, marking his territory as the woman sigh out 
                          
"I did, and I don't like it.. it's not happening!"
                          
She reply bluntly not bothering to look him in the eye as he rest his palm patronisingly against the desk 
                          
"You're going to disregard my hard work? This is not a little girly game karla! This is big money we're talking about! This campaign will flop if you don't make this decision!"
                          
"I have money Ruiz! 38 billion actually! And whatever bullshit you try and mock me with that line has over 150 pieces! 1 of which alone is now standing at making me $700 million so don't try and patronise me with you empty threats!"
                          
Lauren gulped back almost forgetting how much money the small girl actually had.. she was rich rich.. it seemed almost pointless arguing over money when you're that well off.. Lauren currently had $56 sat in her account.. 
                          
"People don't want to see a sob story Estrabo! They want to see sex appeal walking stages in lingerie!" 
                          
"My culture is not a fucking sob story asshole! This is my company and MY campaign in case you have forgotten and I will change the world with it whether you like it or not!"
                          
She spat back sending a sharp shooting sensation of pride flying into her spine as the woman in front stood so powerfully in her stance.. she remembered the book.. the sketches.. she wasn't going to back down
                          
"Fine! Do what you want but don't you dare come running to me when this shit burns to the ground!"
                          
"I won't! Because you're fucking clueless Ruiz! My girl will have the world turning their heads without a second thought! So get the fuck out of my office now!"
                          
Her raspy throat shot like a bolt of lightening before throwing his file at the wall aggressively not bothering to look at the man as he strut huffing to walk away
                          
Lauren lift from the couch with rolling eyes to approach the stressed slightly angered woman in front who stood scrapping her delicate fingers through the thick locks of curly hair sat neatly over her shoulders 
                          
"Someone's a little angry today?"
                          
"Leave it.."
                          
She spat back unintentionally noticing the heavy scoff that fell from her models lips fully expecting her to storm right out of the room no hesitation but was greatly shocked when a pair of hands attach to her hips, walking her backwards into the wall just as she had done yesterday