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When shit is bad for you, who is good for? If one is less than two, why do I feel more?
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Rosè looked down at her phone as she sipped through her straw of her Starbucks cup, her frappe spilling through and into her mouth. Her mind was everywhere as she read the reports of her case online.
"Zaida, look at this; FAME INC. agent, Rosè Dior Cartier, is being put on pre-file for tort claims stating that she evaded someone's property, damaged their vehicle, and got into a physical altercation with homeowner, Royale T. Porter, who is asking for justice. Rosè has not submitted a public, nor private, statement and her lawyers imply that she will not be doing so until after the case is dismissed. What is FAME going to do about this claim? Benjamin Cooper states that they do not represent that type of action, nor will they tolerate it, and if this isn't fixed– they will be "letting Rosè go".. This is some bullshit." Rosè exclaimed, tossing her phone down. "Shit cannot get worse for me."
Zaida frowned, not knowing how to comfort Rosè and her irritation towards her life while hers was going so good. Greg was perfect, she got a promotion with FAME, she was eating good all the time, and she didn't have to deal with any unnecessary drama. Rosè on the other hand felt lost in a tornado of karma; Kai was distant and her brain kept jumping to conclusions about there being someone else, she was being sued and threatened of her job, everyone was disappointed, and on top of that she had to pile her hormones from the baby. The only good news she had was that the baby was fine and she still had a job, for now.
