Page 38 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“The flowers you sent me? They’re pretty. I love them. Thank you.” I broke it down.

He laughed. “Stop playing with me, Rem.”

“You were acting like you didn’t understand English, babe.” I did a happy dance as I bit into the broccoli.

"Nah, Ma, I mean the damn flowers. I didn’t send you any," I glanced at Taylor, then at the flowers.

I turned my phone camera around so that he could see them. I saw him sit up and get closer to the camera like that would actually make a difference.

“Who the fuck is sending you flowers, Remy?” He snapped.

“I literally don’t know. Let me see if they sent a card.” I pushed the chair back, walked around the desk, and looked through the flowers. There was a card tucked away. I picked it up and opened it.

“Here’s to new beginnings and partnership.”

I read it out loud, and if looks could kill, I would be cold and stiff.

“Probably somebody from the event the other night, I made so many different connections. Don’t think too much about it.” I tossed the card and kept talking to my husband for a couple of minutes, but I could tell he wasn’t all there. He was still focusing on who the hell had sent me flowers. I told him to leave it alone, but I knew that he wasn’t going to.

We hung up the phone, and Taylor looked at me with a grin.

“He is not letting that shit go for a second,” She cackled.

“Not at all, but fill me in on how you and Mars came to be. Don’t leave out any details.” I changed the subject.

The conversation started again, but I couldn't stop glancing at the flowers, frowning. If my husband hadn’t sent them, then who would have?

***

“These shirts are so cuteeeee,” I screeched as I looked around at all my staff members with their yellow Remy Rich Foundation shirts on. We were closing down the office today because today is Mr. Black’s family fun day.

I was actually excited for it. I hadn’t let down my hair and just had a good time since we took the kids to Disney, and I was actually ready to be a big kid. The fact that they had turned the event into a carnival for all the families was even better. It had literally been years since I had been able to go to the Louisiana State Fair, and I wanted to see if the funnel cakes, turkey legs, and candy apples still hit as hard as I remembered.

We all gathered in the lobby and waited for the trucks to pull up. Today, we were about fifteen trucks deep, courtesy of my husband. Zo was leading a sit-down today, and he wasn’t going to be able to make it to the carnival until after he handled business. So, in his absence, he made sure to triple security.

“Everybody ready?” I asked as my detail stepped out of the car and waited for us all to exit the building. He stood nearby as my assistant closed down the building and locked it.

The ride to our destination wasn’t far, but it was at the back of some ranch that took us miles to reach. There were already so many people there, and the event was just about to start. I knew that by the end of the night, it was going to be swamped.

When we pulled up, all eyes were on us. The fleet of black trucks couldn’t be missed, but neither could the armed guardssurrounding us. It was a family-friendly event, but we showed up like SWAT.

“Thank you for coming, Mrs. Richardson. Mr. Black has been expecting you.” The woman I assumed to be his event coordinator said as she greeted us.

“No problem, my team is also here. If you need extra hands, don’t hesitate to pull either of them in that direction,” I said as I shook hands with her and slipped past her and through the gates.

I walked around, looked at all the carnival games, the people in dunk tanks, and people trying to win their children prizes, and smiled. When I told Zo I was going to bring our kids, he looked at me like I had two heads, and I didn’t even bother to debate with him.

“Remy, where are you going?” My assistant asked me as she jogged to catch up to me.

“To go get a funnel cake,” I laughed as I walked around the carnival on a mission. I finally found a vendor and stood in line to get one. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Mr. Black.

“The man of the hour,” I said as I reached out to shake his hand.

“Hello, Mrs. Remy,” he said as he shook my hand. Then he placed another one on top of it and held it for a bit. It was the second time he had done that, and the second time my body reacted that way.

I looked down at his hands and back at his face. He gave me a gentle smile. “I have a place for you and your team to set up and take referrals.” He said, still holding my hand. I gently took it back and patted his shoulder.

“I love the VIP treatment, thank you so much,” I glanced back at the line and took a couple of steps forward once I realized that it had moved.