I chew on my finger nail as I look out the window to the Manhattan skyline. Maybe I was being to harsh, he had a kind smile. But he was only a stranger, one by the looks of his outfit didn't belong in my world.
I mean for fuck sake he's definitely in his late 20s and he was rocking a black leather jacket with matching black ripped skinny jeans. Like get a grip, what businessman dresses like that. How many men in my own company office do I even allow come dressed to work like that. I mean focus up girl. Jahlese may be a fucking prick, but at least he's a successful black business man. His face definitely attracts the right donors to. I mean what could that man do to bring to the Forbes list? Rob a bank. I chuckle to myself as my cab makes an abrupt hault rate at the curb of the front entrance of my office located in the heart of Times Square. I carefully step out places my red bottoms firmly to the pavement. I take off my shades and place it into my clutch. I enter the door flash my smile, real CEO can walk into their building without badges. I take the long flight up to my sky view office and take a seat at my throne.
Smell that sunshine, "freedom." I whisper, if only Jah was here at a corner office across from mine. We can build more buildings together and fuck all over this luxury office as much as we want to! I just wish he seen it that way.
-later on that evening-
Damn of course I'm the last one out the office, leaving me to hall a cab instead of catching a Lyft with one of my employees. I mean catching a Lyft with ones employee can be seen a bit inappropriate to the press though. Especially for a young black successful 25 year old CEO. There is always the less fortunate spreading fake news to the press to take my place. I always have to be extra careful. Success is hard to gain but what they don't tell you. It's even harder to keep.
-to be continued....
