Talia's pov
Sitting on the beach sipping a glass of margarita feels so good. It has been a long time coming, I worked for this.
While people like Belle Whitmore had it easy for them , I had to carve out my own life for myself. I grew up thinking about how I did deserve this life, I mean my family practically worked their asses off to make a living from serving the Whitmores.
Scrolling through my phone and seeing the headlines made me smile. It was all over Instagram and Twitter.
News of Belle's outburst at the annual general meeting of the board of the company. Whatever those people did to her seemed to be working.
Maybe I'd get a bonus when they succeeded at what they wanted.
" I'm unstoppable, I don't need batteries to play..."
That's my ringtone. Ughhh ! Someone just had to ruin my five minutes of happiness. I swipe up on my phone to answer the call .
An unknown number, could be the Blackwoods.
