Jasmine's POV
"Jasmine. JASMINE!" I heard my mother's voice calling me. The covers were yanked off from over me and I felt the coldness of the room.
"Uuugghh!" I growled like a tiger.
"Jasmine. Get up baby. You have to go to work. It's Monday and it's already 7:30 am."
"I'm not going into work today momma." I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes from the sleep still in them.
"Why? Do you have another day off?"
I hadn't told my mom nor my sister about the stupid?shit?I did at the Gala as yet.
"Mom, I quit my job." I cut to the chase. She was bound to find out sooner or later since I was now a person of interest to the press.
"You did WHAT?" The last word rung out like a bell in my head. I shielded myself with one of my bed pillows.
"I quit my job."
"And why the hell would you do something so damn stupid?"
She was mad.
'Hell' and 'Damn' were her way of cussing out someone.
"Mom, I'm really not in a mood for this discussion. It's too early."