Viviana stared at the woman sitting across from her and biting down on her lip.
"Do you… want anything from me?" the woman, Sasha asked. She was light-skinned, with deep chocolate eyes that flickered with uncertainty.
"I wanted to ask you something," Viviana said.
Sasha breathed out nervously. "Ms, I'm really flattered that someone like you wanted to see me, but…"
"I know, I know," Viviana cut in softly. "Just hear me out, please. I'm begging you."
Sasha hesitated. She glanced around her and slowly nodded. "O-okay."
"What's it like working with Fernando?"
"Eh?"
"What is it like working for him? You're a model at the Stolique agency, right?"
"I am." Sasha nodded cautiously.
"Then—" Viviana's eyes locked on her. "—What is it like?"
Sasha shook her head. "I don't understand what you're trying to ask me, ms."
