CHAPTER 14
VICTORIA
“Damn, Tasha. You think you got enough crap?” Victoria complained as she rolled the full shopping cart down the parking lot aisle. Even the bottom of the cart was filled to capacity.
“I need every single solitary thing in that basket,” Natasha defended.
“Tasha, you don't even live here. Why would you need all of this shit?”
Natasha chuckled. “Because yo’ ass stay in trouble and we’re constantly on a plane coming to see about you. Therefore, we have to keep the penthouse fully stocked.”
Victoria narrowed her eyes at Natasha with a feigned offense. “Really? Really, Tasha?”
“Really,” Natasha confirmed.
Before Victoria could offer a rebuttal, she heard a female voice shout, “Well, look who it is…y’all look. It’s Mrs. Storm!”
Recognizing the voice, Victoria rolled her eyes. Victoria turned to find Katlin Greene, along with two other women.
“Fuck,” Victoria muttered under her breath.
Natasha turned toward the women. “Vic, what’s going on? What’s happening here?”
“Umm…I think we’re about to get jumped?”
“Jumped? Girl, stop playing. What, are we in the eighth grade?”
Katlin and her friends began to walk aggressively across the parking lot in their direction.
“Ugh,” Natasha grumbled. “I can't take you nowhere. Who is this bitch?”
“Katlin Green, Jack’s former assistant,” Victoria mumbled.
“Oh, okay, so what’s the plan?”
“Well…if I can't talk to her, we’re gonna run.”
“What?!”
Victoria could feel Natasha’s eyes burning into the side of her face.
“We run,” Victoria repeated.
“Vic, I’m not running from them rats.”
“I am the wife of Jack Storm of Storm Enterprises. I can't be fighting in the parking lot at Walmart,” Victoria implored.
“Well, you should have thought of that before you kicked her ass. I’m not running,” Natasha said as she stuffed her purse under some bags in the shopping cart.
“Nooo, Tasha. We are going to run. We’re gonna run behind Walmart so they can chase us. Then we can beat their ass.”
By the time Katlin approached, Natasha was up to speed on Victoria’s plan.
“Hello, Miss Greene,” Victoria spoke confidently. “How are you?”
“I’m better now that I’ve run into you,” Katlin sneered.
She wasn't the same Katlin from the office. This Katlin had on a tank top, gym shoes, and blue jean booty shorts. Long gone were the tight blouses and too short skirts that she wore to work.
