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Is there no choice in this place? ___________ Why the sudden offer of friendship? What do you guys think will be the result of this newly forced friendship 😂 Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

She smile at us and we did the usual formal thing and greet each other and the likes before starting the interview and I must admit that it’s going well especially that she’s not trying to get something from us that we don’t like… she just want us to share what we want and asking us about the opinion we have on what people think of us. “I think people can be so mean sometimes… we immediately judge base on what we see online and there’s something wrong about people who post malicious rumors and spreading lies to the people… but we actually don’t care about their opinion especially that they don’t have say on what we do in life… you see we love each other and we’ve come so far to be here and w

Instead of answering me, he asked me in return. I heard him clenching his teeth as if he was controlling his anger, maybe my question did cross the line. “Nothing, I just want to know your point of view when you knew that the leader of the Southern pack is a woman.” I don’t care if he thinks I’m being dramatic, this is my first time asking someone what they think of me. I usually do not care about others’ opinions.

"Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "What do you think about Jack?" "Huh?" "I mean, do you... maybe... perhaps... like him?" "Huh?"

Elena POV My mouth went drier than a desert and I asked in a hollow voice. “What’s the public opinion like? What are they saying?” “Well,” he ran his hand through his hair and started pacing the room, “most of them believe our statement, but there are a few that are being very loud about their skepticism.” “Why?” I asked.

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

"Do you have a problem with me, Ms. Hill?" "Oh, absolutely. Or am I not allowed to have opinions now?" Emilia nodded with an unreadable expression. "Of course you can. But hold onto them until you pass this mock defense." Madison fumed.

I balk, “Excuse me! I never asked for what your opinion is on this situation. What I did ask, was for you to get the fuck put of my way.” He continues on like I hadn’t said a word, “The man cant tell extravagant from pussy idling on the street. If he could slight you this way, he doesn’t value you, Willow. A real man wouldn’t cheat on a woman like you.” “Oh, please!” I bark, “Like I’d take an opinion on this mater from a guy like you.” A small smile jerks the corner of his mouth, the faintest bit, “Like me.” He still doesn’t voice it as question, and it does nothing aggravate my raging temper.