Billionaire Sh!t

MONIQUE

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One of the numerous things I hated with a passion was when my rest was interrupted. Gina knew and she still went ahead to do it, but it was for good reasons actually.

My presence was required in the United States. Not by the president or anyone in authority, but by MBC. Things were getting out of hand and they needed none other than me to fix it since it was me who built it from the scratch. The whole thing felt nerve-wracking.

I was still in the phase of trying to get my eyes opened fully, but I knew it was going to be one hell of an experience.

"You have to get up so we'll plan this quickly." Gina told me, patting a side of my exposed left arm. Fuck, this was really happening.

Using the tips of my fingers to scrub my lids open, I stared at her for a good five seconds as if she was a stranger I'd just found resting on my bed.

"Hi," I said, curtly, not hiding that I was pissed she woke me.

"You need to get your ass out off of this bed and get out of here." The tone