As I was fixing my shirt and walking up to the door, I could see Mr. Motes waiting for me.
“You got me working overtime on my day off.”
I smirked as he held the door open for me. “Put it on my tab, you know I got you.”
I looked around the waiting area.
“Where’s she at?”
He laughed at my tone.
“She’s in my conference room. I wanted to talk to you before you did this. Are you sure you want to? She seems like she’s hurting.”
I tilted my head at him. “That bitch thinks she’s supposed to live off me, after this,” I said, shaking the envelope at Mr. Motes. “She is not getting a dime from me. Shit, she’s lucky that I don’t make her pay me child support.”
Mr. Motes exhaled loud and led me to the conference room. Through the glass, I could see her sitting there looking at her phone in her Citi Trends fit. I walked in behind him, and she placed her phone on the table.
Jada looked me up and down before I sat down, watching me place the envelope on the table, and she instantly reached for it, and I snatched it back quick.
“Girl, don’t fuckin’ try me,” I barked at her.
“It’s for me, ain’t it?” she barked back.
“Bitch, have you put pen to paper yet?”
“Listen!” Mr. Motes yelled out. “We are gonna do this. We are going to move through this shit quickly so y’all can go on y’all separate ways, and I can finish working.”
Jada exhaled hard and rolled her eyes.
“Okay,” Mr. Motes said, flipping through papers, laying one in front of both of us. “This is the paper stating that you, Ms.Baits, are giving full custody of your son, Amir Mayer, to his father, Mr. Mayer. This also states that you cannot come back later and ask for money to change anything we are doing today. If you agree, sign your name on the dotted line.”
I watched her as she called herself, looking over the paper.
“What about holidays?” she looked up, asking me.
“I will let Amir decide, he is old enough.”
“So you are trying to wipe me outta his life, is that it?”
I sucked my teeth. “Mann, Jada, I didn’t come here for all this shit. What don’t you get that our son asked me to do this? He came to me and asked me if he could live with me. You made all this shit harder than it has to be.”
Jada shook her head and went back to looking at the paper.
“My child support stops? What the fuck are you tryna do to me?”
I gave her a blank stare, then looked at Mr. Motes.
“Ms. Baits, if Amir is living with him, what does he have to pay you for?”
She shook her head. “How am I supposed to survive, then?”
“Get a job,” I blurted out before Mr. Motes could say anything to her calmly. “Either you can sign this paper and get this money I have for you, or we can take it to court, and YOU WILL walk out with nothing.”
Jada stared at me for a second, then snatched the papers close to her and quickly signed them.
“Here!” she said, sliding them back to Mr. Motes.
He looked them over, gave me a slight nod, and I slid the money to Jada.
