Chapter 16
Yasmine raised an eyebrow, totally confused by Cheryl’s question.
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Cheryl lazily tossed her a screenshot. “Hayden put me in charge of your party. This morning, Zimmerman Group hit me up. They want Ace’s help. Offering 30 million dollars.”
Yasmine glanced at the screen and snorted, pushing the phone back, “Would you pick up toilet paper that fell in the bowl?”
Cheryl burst out laughing. “Crude, but I love it. I’ll handle this.”
Yasmine stretched lazily. She was Ace. Tieline Design’s success wasn’t a fluke.
Cheryl quickly typed on her phone. “Done!” she announced cheerfully moments later.
Yasmine didn’t ask for details. After changing into comfy clothes, she dragged Cheryl downstairs. When Yasmine saw the wall clock, she realized she’d slept all day. Blushing, she saw Quiana coming downstairs.
Quiana playfully tapped Yasmine’s nose. “Yasmine, I’m heading to work. Need me to grab any celebrity stuff for you?”
Yasmine smiled and shook her head, “Nah.”
Cheryl jumped up excitedly. “I do! Can you get me Bernard’s signed photo?”
“Bernard?” Quiana frowned, and then suddenly chuckled, giving Yasmine a knowing look. “This year’s Best Actor and Actress aren’t exactly deserving.”
Yasmine lowered her eyes and smiled.
This year’s Best Actress went to Ashley, even though her cliché CEO drama totally overshadowed more serious actors in prestigious shows.
Yasmine only found out after leaving Sebastian that Zimmerman Group was the main investor for the Awards. Surprisingly, she’d never known that as his executive assistant.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m here,” Quiana said, patting Yasmine’s shoulder before heading out.
Cheryl tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Since Quiana and Ashley both work in the industry… Do you think she’d publicly slap Ashley and call it work–related?”
Yasmine stayed quiet. It really was possible.
As they stood there, Cheryl’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen and hung up. The caller tried again. She lost her patience. “These useless leeches. I told them I’m off today to hang with my friends. Why are they still bugging me?!”
“Handle your work first, Yasmine suggested. “It might be important.”
Cheryl sighed, “Being a boss is such a pain.”
Muttering under her breath, she reluctantly answered. Her face darkened with every second until her jaw was locked tight and her eyes were blazing,
Yasmine sensed trouble and watched closely.
Cheryl hung up, fuming. “This is urgent.” Her voice was dripping with anger.
Yasmine pointed at herself. “Does this involve me?”
Cheryl grabbed her coat. “I’ll handle this. Stay out of it, Yasmine.”
Spinning around, she cursed, “That bastard Sebastian belongs in hell.”
