"You shouldn't be here... It's like a moth to a flame, you know?"
"he should be next to me, not you."
leans in closer, whispering "Well, darling, I'm glad you appreciate the irony. But let's cut the crap, shall we? You and I both know that this isn't just about tradition or some old feud.
"I know it's not. it's about the person next to me"
smirks, glancing at the person beside Slayma "Oh, really? So, you think you can play it cool just because he's here?
"I'm sorry, Adrienne, but I've been asked to leave with him."
grabs Slayma's arm, pulling them away from the crowd "You can leave with anyone else, but not him. Trust me, I wouldn't want to be associated with that pompous ass either."
"I won't, he said he doesn't want to be associated with me either."
pulls out a sleek smartphone, scrolling through contacts "Good. Well, let's show that arrogant bastard what we're made of, shall we?"
"what do you mean by that?"
presses a few buttons on her phone "I mean that we're going to make him regret underestimating us.
"how are we going to do that?"
smirks confidently "Oh, sweetheart, we're going to do it the Westfield way.
slams her phone down on the table "Listen up, Slayma. In the business world, respect is earned, not given. And right now, that idiot doesn't deserve an ounce of it.
"I agree. so what's your plan?"
Adrienne and Slayma devise a cunning plan to outmaneuver their rival and secure a lucrative business deal
"so, we get this deal, and we celebrate?"
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms "No, Slayma. We won't just be celebrating. We're going to make sure that our victory is absolute and unforgettable.
smirks, leaning forward "We'll do it by crushing them under our heel, Slayma. I want you to gather every bit of information you can find on our rival - their weaknesses, their secrets, everything. We'll use it against them, making sure they regret ever messing with us.