“Yeah, briefly.”
“Well, she’s the one who wants a position with us. She’s been blackballed by the entire industry, and she thinks we’re going to be the ones to give her a chance.”
“Oh yeah, well, I see the issue. We don’t need those kinds of problems around here.”
“Exactly, we don’t,” she said, rolling her eyes again.
“Well, if you would just hear me out and let me explain myself, then you’d see why I’m the best person for the job,” we heard behind us as I turned to see the woman who had damn near hit me with her car the other day.
Now that I was getting a good look at her, I couldn’t deny how beautiful she was. Crazy as hell from what I’d experienced when it came to her, but beautiful, nonetheless. She had a gorgeous milk chocolate skin color, long hair that brushed against her perky titties, a small button nose, big eyes with thick eyebrows that beautifully framed her face, and juicy ass lips covered in a clear lip gloss. She was honestly fine as hell, and I would’ve easily fucked the shit out of her under different circumstances.
“No, we’re good. How did you even get up here?” Beverly asked, as she picked up her phone, to call security, no doubt.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, they came through the door and were dragging her out as she tried to plead her case. She was so busy going off while all I could do was focus on how beautiful she was. She was crazy as hell, no doubt, but beautiful, nonetheless.
“I’ll work for free at first. Please just give me a chance,” she said, stopping the elevator from closing with her foot as the security guards both held her by one arm.
“Nah, we’re good. Have a nice day. Get her out of here,” I said, shaking my head and heading to my office.
THREE
KENEDI
As I saton the couch watching Baddie’s while my parents were away on their annual cruise, I felt hopeless. I thought when I initially lost everything that I had hit rock bottom, but now that I was truly at rock bottom, I knew that wasn’t the truth. I’d exhausted every avenue I knew how to, and I was still unable to find a job. From being willing to take a pay cut to moving across the country, there was nothing else that I could do or offer to get someone to hire me.
I believed it was time for me to accept that working in PR would probably never happen again in this lifetime. That was a hard pill for me to swallow, but it was my truth, and I had to accept the consequences of my actions. Maybe one day the world would forget seeing me at my lowest, but with the way that things were going, I wasn’t going to hold my breath waiting for that day to come. The media might’ve moved on, but those in my career field hadn’t, and maybe they never would.
Now, it was time for me to think about what was next for me. If I wasn’t going to be working in PR, I had to think about how else I could use my skills to start over. I had to dream a new dream whether I wanted to or not, and tomorrow, that wasexactly what I was going to do. I was going to see what other fields I could transfer my skills to, update my resume, and start applying. I was down, but I wasn’t going to stay down.
The knocking on the door made me jump up, sending the cover and popcorn I was eating flying to the floor. It was a little after ten at night, and since I hadn’t ordered anything on DoorDash, there was no reason for anybody to be knocking at my parents’ door. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed my phone and FaceTimed Zaveah.
“Hello?” She answered groggily as her face came into the screen.
“Bitch! There’s somebody knocking at my door.”
“Okay, did you see who it is?”
“No! Why the fuck would someone be knocking at my door this late at night?”
“The hell if I know, it ain’t me. Go see who it is, but don’t open the door. As a matter of fact, grab that bat your dad keeps by the steps before you go over there,” she said, now sitting up in the bed.
“Alright,” I said, grabbing the bat and walking over to the door.
“Who is it?” I asked, placing the phone on the table my parents kept at the door as I held the bat in both hands.
“Sincere Hill.”
“Who? I don’t know anybody by that name. I think you got the wrong house.”
“You would think that since you came up to my office showing your ass that you would know who I am. Now, if you want to talk about a job, open the door. If not, I can take my ass home.”
“Bitch, you better open up!” I heard Zaveah yell. I prayed he didn’t hear her.
“Are you alone?” I asked.
I was all for hearing about a job, but I wasn’t about to open the door for a strange man that I didn’t know. He could be here to kill or rape me for all that I knew.
“Yeah, I am. I know you’re looking through the peephole and can see me. Now, you've got about five seconds before I leave. One, two, three,” he started counting as I yanked the door open.
