Chapter 33: Bitch also bites

Falak's POV

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As soon as the car screeched to a halt before the venue, I had to cover my eyes from the blinding flashes. I had attended a few business parties before, so I knew there could be paparazzi, but this was too much. I was thankful that I was not afraid of cameras. I walked out of the car confidently, and at the same time, I was praying not to fall down in front of so many people.

Since I was basically a NO ONE, so very few people captured my pictures; giving a small smile, I moved ahead to enter the venue.

"Hello, Ma'am," One of the male reporters blocked my way. "I couldn't recall your name. You're the owner of…?", He left the sentence incomplete to fill in the blanks.

"Thank you. But basically, I'm just a personal assistant of Mr. Martinez.", I replied politely, and immediately the reporter looked disappointed to ask a question from someone like me.

Well, I couldn't blame him, though; I was definitely looking for more than just an ass