Setting: Calabasas, Los Angeles County, California
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The devil is working hard, but Kris Jenner is working harder.
Pulling into the driveway of the infamous Calabasas mansion, Demi instantly felt the pent-up stress that had been building up all week roll off her shoulders and out of her car. Her week had been hectic but it was Friday and she could finally relax, and she could always use some love from her Mama Kris.
Demi had always been friends with the Kardashians but she had always been especially close to Kris. She came very close to managing her after Demi was legally emancipated from her mother on her sixteenth birthday, but Kris had decided that Demi didn't need a "momager." She needed a mom. So, Kris became that mother figure. Yes, she still talked to her about her career – she was Kris Jenner after all – but Kris treated her like she was her sixth daughter so Demi always felt comfortable confiding in her.
The door was unlocked so Demi walked into the airy foyer, looking into the kitchen and the living room before coming to the conclusion that she was probably in her office, so she walked down the hallway and politely knocked on the door.
"Come in!" She heard, so she pushed open one of the double doors and walked in with a cheesy grin on her face. Kris Jenner was sitting behind her desk, staring at her Mac with her glasses perched on her nose and her signature short cut tousled and messy.
"Oh hi, I thought you had the Gucci screen testing today?" Kris questioned as Demi sat in front of her.
"We finished early..." Demi trailed off, noticing her cover of W magazine on the wall.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you put that up there!" Demi squealed as she took in how good she looked on that cover. It had kind of been one of her first big magazine covers and one of her favorites.
"I put all of my kids on my wall. How are you doing today? If I knew you were coming over, I would've cooked something," Kris said as Demi shrugged.
"I'm fine. I'll probably grab some takeout or something. I don't even remember if I ate today or not," Demi chuckled as Kris shook her head.
"Well, that's no good. Come on, let's find something for you to eat," Kris said, turning off the screen of her computer before leading Demi back into the kitchen.
"They just restocked my fridge. Is there anything you have a taste for?" Kris asked as Demi sat on one of the stools at the counter.
"Pasta...?"
Kris and every other famous person who didn't have time to cook or simply didn't feel like it had personal chefs who prepared meals, wrapped them up, then stocked your refrigerator with them. Whenever you got hungry, you simply had to pull one of those meals out, warm it up, and you had a five star meal right in front of you. Demi's refrigerator looked the exact same way – stocked to the brim with premade drinks and meals since cooking wasn't exactly her forte.
