The allegations made in theForbesarticle about me and Josie having had a falling-out are completely, one hundred percent false. Our friendship is as strong as it’s ever been. She’s one of the best people I know. Touch some grass.
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Is it true you’re leaving though????
Oh my god look at this press release fromFood Baby!David Ortega is her fiancé!!!
LinkedFood Babyarticle:Austin Sous Chef David Ortega to Head up Día De, a Soon-to-Open Mexican Restaurant in Gramercy Park.
So Camila IS leaving Revenant!!
There’s this thing called remote work? Also long distance?
She’s saving face so hard in this post. Obviously something happened, and now Camila and Josie hate each other but won’t admit to it.
Caption under a viral TikTok video posted twenty-four hours after theForbesarticle releases:
Where to shop instead of Revenant
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The @picturesofjosie account is my gateway drug. Because I see myself trending, see users reposting content from TikTok, and I just can’t keep myself away from it all. My phone is filled with notifications—calls, texts, emails—but the only thing I can focus on is doomscrolling social media platforms. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again.
I never even liked the clothes
She’s really not that pretty IMO?
Imagine being Camila, in the shadow of your best friend’s success all your adult life. She prob got fed up and that’s why she’s leaving
The Revenant board needs to fire that bitch
The discourse is never-ending. It’s a pile-on fest, something that has snowballed into far more than one piece of bad press. Our saleshave plummeted. Today is on track to be the worst day-over-day sales decline on record. I know, because I’m watching the numbers crawl upward at a glacial pace. I did more sales than this in myfirst year.
“Did you sleep here?” My head jerks from the computer monitor to the front of my office. Camila is in the doorway, concern cutting open her expression.
“No,” I say.
“That’s the same shit you were wearing yesterday.”
“I haven’t been home.”
“So, youdidsleep here.”
“Didn’t sleep,” I mutter.
She walks over to my desk and grabs my phone. I swat at her, but she darts away and types in my passcode. “You downloaded the apps?”
“In a moment of weakness—”
Camila glares at me, tapping her thumb against my phone. “No,” she says, very simply.
“Ineedto keep up with the rumor mill,” I say. “For damage control purposes.”
She ignores me, continues tapping on my screen. “I don’t mean to put words in your mouth, but I think you might be on the verge of a full-on mental breakdown. So no, you don’t get to keep up with the rumor mill for damage control purposes. That’smyjob.”
“I need to figure out how to do this without you!” I don’t mean to shout it, and I don’t, not really, but it comes out octaves higher than it should’ve.
“Well, put a pin in that, because I’m not leaving as soon as I told you I was.” She sets my phone back down on the desk.
