I didn’t even know how I could respond to that. It’s as if his words were knives that pierced through my insults to him.
“Hey, what’s going on, Kali? Are you alright?” BeBe asked me.
I just shook my head while I still remained silent.
“BeBe, don’t even bother. She’s letting the truth sink in to her shallow little brain.” Paulson coldly responded to my friend.
Shallow? Is that how he saw me? What kind of a person calls someone with good ambitions and works hard like me shallow?
The nerve of him…
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