Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log Seventy: THE FIGHT

SEVENTY
THE FIGHT

Thursday,

11:29 am

Dear, Diary

"I'm done," Elvis announced with a smile on his face while he shook the hands of the director and some of the crew members. It was evident that he'd made an impression on them and to be honest, I couldn't care less—I was just glad to finally leave as I was getting tired of standing around and making small talks with strangers for hours.

"Have you had something to eat?" I heard him ask, breaking the silence in the car.

"Not really," I shook my head.

"What does that even mean?"

"I shared a bottle of coke and Gala with Aremo—I wouldn't consider that a full meal," I threw him a weak smile before turning to compose the mail that was beginning to drain all of my brain juice.

"I'm headed to my house—I'm sure you'll find something to eat there."

"Your house?"

He nodded.

"I don't... understand, sir."

"I'm traveling, remember? I definitely have to make a home stop before leaving." He gave me a sarcastic knowing look before looking away.

"Do I make you nervous?" I heard him ask and I pinched myself hard to confirm that I wasn't in one of my fantasies.

"Sir?"

"You act like you're uncomfortable around me—is it something I do, did, or said?" His eyes were still fixed on the tinted window.

The answer to his questions was, "Yes", but I made a sound with my mouth and shook my head with a smile curling my lips into a boat afterward.

"I'm not comfortable or uncomfortable—you're my boss and I think I'm just acting accordingly."

"You know your sister and I spoke at length last night?"

"Sir?"

"Yeah. She has a very interesting Night fashion sense if I might add, but that's far from the point. She showed me a couple of your TikTok videos and some other random pictures of yours too and you didn't look or act like you do whenever you're around me."

I froze and melted at the same time. A million thoughts ran through my head. What videos had he seen? Did she show him those sad videos of me attempting twerking? My God!

"Shaniqua," he turned to me finally, "are you alright?"

"Of course sir. I'm good...I'm great," I could feel my body grow hot in fury.

"You look like you'd like to badly punch your sister," he chuckled and I couldn't even hide my disdain.

"Oh, I'd very much love that," I heard myself respond in anger—not even caring that I was still in the working environment. I just couldn't wait to rain insults on Shantel. "I know you think she showed you those videos with good intentions, but I can assure you that my sister only wanted to embarrass me."

"I don't think so," he sat comfortably on the leather seat as he would seat on a couch. He was interested and it excited and scared me at the same time but I wasn't going to fight it. I was interested too. "I coerced her into showing me."

"Why?"

"Because she wouldn't stop talking about you."

"About me? How?"

"I don't think you believe or understand that you have a family that probably cares about you more than they must even care about themselves, but you do," he bobbed his head like he was making sense out of his own words to himself.

What was he talking about anyway? Shantel?! Care about me!

"I think I'll know my family better sir—,"

"—, I think we've established some kind of familiarity Shaniqua; you can call me Elvis—in private."

What the heck? What was happening? We're on first name base now? What the heck did Shantel tell this guy?

"I'll rather stick with 'sir', sir," I responded nervously, fighting the urge to throw him a questioning look because honestly, I didn't know where all this familiarity was erupting from? He had only spent half a day in my house, abi?

"Suit yourself—I just think you need to understand that they care so much about you, Shaniqua. Your sister told me about your experience 4 years ago..."

Now I lost my cool!

"No, she didn't!" I felt my voice rise.

"She's just worried about you, Shaniqua. She thinks you need to see a therapist about the event...she thinks you—,"

"—, with all due respect sir, I'll like to leave my personal life out of my professional life," I sniffed hard and looked away. I could feel tears begin to fall down my eyes.

"I'm sorry." He apologized and the ride to his house was quiet after that.

Shaniqua

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