52: Let Them Know

Camilla I couldn't actually believe what this man was saying. He was so irritating; his demeanor was as ugly as his visage. I wondered why such idiots like him would be allowed to run places like this. "I'm serious when I'm saying this. I don't want her to start talking nonsense around here. She should just go back to where she came from," he spat. I was boiling with anger, but I was still trying my very best to hold myself. Maria crossed her arms, not giving this man. "Sir, I have full respect for you, but I think you should be respectful. Camilla is here for our help, and we have a responsibility to at least listen to what she has to say." He chuckled. "Nah, she can keep that crap to herself. Do you know what she's trying to do around here? This interview could easily backfire and make us look like a tabloid rather than a reputable radio station." "Excuse me," I finally chimed in. I've had enough of his bullshit. "I think you've forgotten that I'm standing right here. I'm not so