"Valentina, you scared me!" I brought a palm to my chest.

"Answer, redhead.

"Why are you suddenly acting like a harpy?" I growled demanding. It's not my fault that Anastasia let me do the interview.

She twisted a lock of her golden hair around her ring finger and played with it. She seemed insane. My head hit the alarm button, in case the blonde tried something.

“Well, it doesn't seem fair to me, I got to this place before you. I'm sick of covering little stories, writing about nonsense, while you hit the jackpot and become Anastasia's favorite” she spat hotly, feline.

"Then that's what it's about, you're jealous" You should talk to Anastasia, in the end she is the one who decides who goes and who stays. I responded harshly, faced with that sudden viper wanting to bite me and stick its venom into my skin.

"Something strange is going on, don't you think?" He spoke narrowing his eyes, agitated. Overnight, Anastasia finds you perfect and decides to give you a golden platter to go after a