DUBAI P2

                                    

                                          
Fallon's loud clapping heels stormed across the crowded floor, her eyes scanning the door numbers along the back of the space pausing as she set orbs on the black written number 1, she flipped back her hair taking one deep prolonged breath before reaching forwards for the handle entering in confidently with a look of dismay as she saw sitting a vacant faced model, her eyes dull and her elbow cradled with an ice pack
                          
"An ice pack? Seriously? Wow they're looking after the trash now I see!"
                          
The model looked up scoffing rolling her eyes heavily as she buried back down further against the chair averting her gaze before Fallon stormed forwards ripping the pack from within her grasp to quickly launch it across the room
                          
"Hey! I need that!"
                          
"Like shit you do! Stand up you fucking coward!"
                          
Fallon spat reaching to grab the front of the girls shirt pulling her aggressively onto her feet lavishing in the empty gasp that escape her lips as her heels hung under the powerful grip, she stared back, noticing the look of blinding rage sitting in the front of the woman's gaze as her sweating palms hung low beside her thighs 
                          
"That little stunt you pulled? Oh bitch you just made Lauren so fucking famous you have no idea!"
                          
She spoke in a deep sadistic patronising tone, the girl gulped, swallowed back on her now pretty shallow ego as the mousy brown evil faced woman walked her back against the wall not once breaking her firm hold
                          
"It wasn't a stunt!"
                          
"No? What so you didn't formulate that little plot in that tiny brain of yours? You just decided hey! You know what? I'm gonna crack the girl who admires me even when I'm a total piece of shit to her?" 
                          
The girl swallowed, fell limp as the grip in her chest grew firmer pushing her so hard against the wall she thought her ribcage would explode... Fallon didn't care, she ignored the pants of pain and only used every exhale to push her fist further forward 
                          
"You're hurting me!"
                          
"I'm not hurting you sweetie?"
                          
"Yes you are! Get off of me!"
                          
She cried squirming against the cold bricks only causing Fallon to scoff before screwing up her face lifting her spare hand to harshly slap the girl across the face staring on as she clutch at her cheek with an open jaw and shocked eye 
                          
"Now I'm hurting you! You may get kicks out of being a bitch but let me just tell you I can one up you every fucking time! So go! Explain why you think your skinny entitled little ass deserves to leave this room without me rearranging that picture perfect face!"
                          
The girl gulped back pressing her head into the wall trying to make as much space between herself and Fallon as she could, it was a pointless effort however as the taller only stepped further forward issuing a patronising grin that begged only for the wrong answer 
                          
"You'd never get away with hurting me you dumb bitch! You've worked here for a week! I've been here since I was 16 so maybe it's you who needs to step the fuck off!"
                          
"Oh wouldn't I? See that's where you're wrong I'm afraid.. miss Karla gave me explicit permission to do whatever.. the fuck.. I want! I'd go to jail to get Lauren the justice she deserves.. besides? 16... surely that means your expiration date is near?"