Money. Power. And Control.
Those were thought to be the motives of the strong headed, determined, and stubborn co-owner of the Detroit Pistons. Shay Mitchell. She was the overly headstrong co-owner who wanted nothing less than her ultimate goal. O...
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{Shay's P.O.V}
"Thank you," Kurumi says as she hands the waiter back our check, smiling up at him until he was out of sight. "Wasn't he cute?"
I playfully roll my eyes. "No, he wasn't"
"Your lying, you didn't even look"
"Because I don't care," I say before taking another sip of water. We sat at an elegant booth right next to a large glass window at a french restaurant. The sun had just set, and there were only streaks of light left in the sky from what I could see through the window.
"Well you should've looked, the man was a bigger meal than the one we just had"
I giggled with her, enjoying the break from work just for the evening. It was odd yet nice to say apparently I was working again. Me and Tara had been working together hand in hand on my return to the Arena, and I had been doing something with my hours for the first time in months. Although I was doing the heavy lifting in the project, it was nice to have Tara around again.
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