"Valentina, you scared me!" I brought a palm to my chest.

"Answer, redhead.

"Why are you suddenly acting like a harpy?" I growled demanding. It's not my fault that Anastasia let me do the interview.

She twisted a lock of her golden hair around her ring finger and played with it. She seemed insane. My head hit the alarm button, in case the blonde tried something.

“Well, it doesn't seem fair to me, I got to this place before you. I'm sick of covering little stories, writing about nonsense, while