THE PRINTER ran in the background m, filling the deadly silence in my office as I stared at Bella who was now seated across from me.
She kept fidgeting with her cup, tucking hair behind her ear here and then as if to calm her nerves more than look pretty. I stared, no, glared at her from below my eyebrows, letting her know I wasn't about to take any of her social media shenanigans today.
I had reached the last straw of the social media wars. Right now we were on a tightrope, and I was the only one who could change the course because I wasn't the main center of attention glued to the rope. One word from me and the media would go wild.
"So, how are you coming along with the magazine publishing?" She made small talk, avoiding eye contact with me.
