That's How You Play

Sophia's Point of View

I sat on the plush leather couch in my office, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, absently tapping my perfectly manicured nails against my knee.

My mind was occupied with two things—one, that insufferable Morana, and two, securing my place at the top ten models of the year.

I smirked to myself.

Morana thought she could just waltz back into this world and reclaim her place? She was nothing but a used-up rag, discarded and forgotten. And I was going to make sure she knew it.

I already had plans in motion, plans that would humiliate her beyond repair.

As I was savoring the thought, the door to my office swung open with force, and in stormed my newly appointed manager, Marcus.

He was livid.

His usually composed face was twisted in anger, his jaw clenched, and his hands curled into tight fists at his sides.