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I sat at the kitchen island leaning against the white countertops rolling my first blunt of the day. I brought the paper up to my lips lightly licking it then tightly rolling it over. Then repeated the process until it was nice and tight. In the midst of me about to spark it my phone began to ring. It was a specific ringtone I set for my Best Friend, Desiree. Letting.
I grabbed it off the countertop and answered it, putting the phone on speaker.
"Hey Girly" I spoke, bringing my blunt to my lips and lighting it while inhaling I took a long hit, and I ghosted the smoke holding the some inside my lungs.
"Hey Boo. Did you see Dre's message in the work chat?" She asked. I slowly exhaled the smoke as I knitted my eyebrows together.
"No, That group chat stays on mute. What did he say?" I grabbed my phone going straight to my messages. They never talked about anything important in the chat nor was it active, so for those reasons it stayed on mute or I would delete the thread.
I went to the thread to see the message from Dre that Dess was talking about. I read it to myself instantly getting a sense that I knew what this meeting was about. After what Ms. Monique revealed to me over the weekend about Dre selling the club and retiring, then that VIP he made me entertain. It was the only right answer.
