CHAPTER 43

Sasha J. Morales

I close the door quietly behind me as I enter the room. All the lights are out John must surely be in bed.

I'm getting ready to go to bed but someone in the kitchen makes me jump

-Who is here ?

I walk over to her and see John sitting down, draining his already glass of whiskey.

-John? are you ok ?

- It’s 3 a.m. Sasha, where are you from?

He seems sad and angry at the same time. Well it's all his fault, not mine

-I needed to get some fresh air. Or did you decide to lock me in my room when you're not happy?

-Sasha, please listen to me, I'm telling the truth. I totally support what you do but it's the artistic director who makes the decisions for the campaigns and everyone agreed with her regarding your project, I couldn't contest otherwise they would all say that you are a booster

It wouldn't have been the first time

I roll my eyes and take off my shoes and start to walk out of the room

-You know what John, I'm tired and I need to sleep, we'll talk about it