Winning

Irene's sharp gaze raked over Zara from head to toe, her lips pressing together in a smirk. She let out a breathy, condescending chuckle.

"Really, Zara?" Irene sneered, folding her arms over her chest. 

Zara's fingers tightened around her purse. She forced a polite smile, knowing too well that Irene was about to make a scene.

"I'm sorry about earlier," She said, her voice even, before turning to walk away. She had no energy for whatever game Irene was playing.

"We even appeared on National TV together," Irene called out, her voice louder, "Are you going to pretend you don't know me?" she asked, sharply scanning everyone around eye to eye to get their attention, thereby forcing Zara to halt in her steps. 

Her actions quickly drew her crew members' attention as she wanted as they began to whisper. 

Zara's muscles tensed. 'Damn it.'

'Oh, she's the lady on Bond & Break, I wonder what she's doing here?" someone said.