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At some point before Torrie’s match with Camilla but after her training with Sonya, Priscilla Divine sits in her office, tapping away on her phone. Torrie sits across the desk from her, shifting nervously in her chair. She was incredibly excited when she received a text inviting her to Divine Touch HQ for a meeting with Priscilla Divine. Priscilla had taken an interest in her and her step-sister, and Torrie knew maintaining that interest could work wonders for her careers, both as a wrestler and model.
But yet ever since she arrived for the meeting at least ten minutes ago, Priscilla completely ignored her. Torrie sighs. Did she come at the wrong time? Was Divine trying to teach her some sort of lesson? Or God forbid, had Priscilla simply lost interest, found another model…
No, anything but that. Torrie’s heart begins to race. Priscilla was rich, powerful, gorgeous… personal attention from her was like winning the jackpot. Torrie takes a deep breath, then speaks.
> Ms. Divine I-
Priscilla doesn’t look up from her phone.
> Ssh.
Utterly deflated, Torrie sinks into her chair. She looks at two gift wrapped boxes on Priscilla’s desk. Were those for someone? Perhaps whoever her new favorite was?
Torrie jumps as Priscilla suddenly slams her phone on the desk, and a nervous chill goes down Torrie’s spine as the blonde stares deep into her eyes.
> Sorry about that. Just my bitch of a mom trying to meddle in how I run the Divine Touch as she often does. Family is a hell of a thing sometimes…
Torrie nods vigorously.
> Yeah of course, I’m sure she’s a real bi-
Torrie’s eyes widen in terror as realization of what she almost said kicks in, and she quickly covers her mouth. Fuck!
> I’m so, so sorry Ms. Divine, I umm, your mother is an icon, a legend in the fashion industry, I meant no disrespect, I…
Torrie’s voice trails off as Priscilla starts to laugh.
> She’s all those things, and a bitch. Now calm down. Let’s talk business.
