No Warmth.

Tiara wakes up with red rimmed eyes from crying so much the day before.

She screams again, remembering the events of the previous day. "I would have paid that much for fucking damages when I didn't even target them?"

Her stylist and assistant barges in, hearing her scream. "Tiara? What is wrong? Why did you scream so loud?"

Tiara eyes the pretty lady with disgust.

Her hair ruffled in every direction and her composure faltering, it's quite obvious her assistant did not sleep all night.

"I'm sorry for barging in like that. I was worried when I heard the scream."

"I called for a glass of water around three am and nobody answered me. What the fuck am I paying you all for if you can't do simple things like bringing me water?"

Yale sighs. "Sorry. I was working on reviewing all your offers all night so I slept off around two am and then woke up four am again to continue. You might have called while I was asleep."

"Again, am I paying you to sleep here? I kay you so well and handsomely so you