"Here! That's what you asked for! Now let's not see each other unless you're ready to come back and settle your marriage." She announced, throwing a bunch of stacked files together.
"You're late." Brooke snarled at her.
Serena scoffed and helped herself to a seat at the table, she looked at her daughter from head to toe and couldn't help scoffing. Brooke was dressed so poorly, that she wondered where she got the gall to glare at her own mother.
"Humph! I was out making photocopies. My husband would get suspicious if he came home and didn't see the documents he kept in the safe." She explained.
Brooke took one of the documents, and glossed through it, after she finished assessing it, she signalled her driver to pack up the rest.
"Brooke, you stupid girl, come home already. Have you finally ran mad? What would you need a copy of these for?" Serena questioned, not able to draw a connection.