And it wasn’t just him.
It was Sade.
The deal.
The way he brushed it off.
The way she acted about it.
That wasn’t surface-level.
That was something else.
And whatever it was…
I was going to get to the bottom of it.
Sade
“I don’t step into a man’s space to adjust… I step in to take control of it.”
Days later…
Iwoke up to a flat tire on the first day of work.
Of course.
I was already irritated, on the second day of my period, starving, and needing coffee. I stared at it for a second, hoping it would magically fix itself.
I grabbed my phone and texted Laila, knowing she was already at the site with the crew, and it was miles away.
Me:Got a flat. Can you get me?
A few seconds later:
Laila: I got you.
I exhaled, leaning back in my seat.
Another text came through from her.
Laila:She already busy. I’m on my way. – V
I frowned immediately.
Me:Give Laila her phone back. You’re so unprofessional.
I sent another right after.
Me:If you come get me, Laila is fired.
Three dots popped up.
Laila:LOL yeah right. I’m on my way.
I huffed, tossed my phone in the passenger seat, then grabbed it again and stepped out, sitting on the edge of the hood. No point in sitting there getting more irritated.
Forty minutes later, I heard his car before I saw it.
