Secrets

"If you get caught, it is none of my concern, bitch! We had an agreement and you didn't deliver!" Anna yelled across the phone in anger, as she paced randomly all over her large living room.

"Do not tell me that, fucker! You gave me an instruction on what to do, and I did just that. What shit you tryna pull with me now. Is it my fault that the scandal aren't working?!" The fuming lady from the other side of the phone spoke with anger intensity in her voice.

"Oh, so you can shout here and be nasty while you act so goody-goody on social media? You were so confident days ago. You said you could do it so well. You messed it up and you are asking to be what? Paid?" Anna demanded angrily from the influencer that she was talking to, as she took her seat on her couch and grabbed the glass of whiskey she had on the table.

"Is it my fault that you are just an unlucky bitch and cannot do anything right? Look now, I'm fearing for myself cause there's no way I'm not going to jail, if I get caugh