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Sunday afternoon, the church service had just concluded. Once more, Pam pulled Samyra along with her, and Samyra pulled Kyree along with her despite his assurances to her that he doesn't engage in such religious activities. Abel, Darius's armor bearer, had let Samyra know that he would like to get together with her in his office following church.
She was curious about the matter; there may be a plethora of reasons, and she was clueless. Of course, Pam was aware, and when she heard that Darius wanted Samyra in his office following church, she grinned mischievously. That wasn't to Kyree's taste, though.
Abel escorted Samyra to Darius's office after church. She was impressed that a large church's office section felt like an actual business, as she had never seen one before, as not many churches have such a setup.
Darius's eyes glanced up from his laptop, seeing Samyra entering his office, making him immediately spring up to greet her. "Good evenin'," He shook her hand and she greeted him back. He pulled out the chair for her on the other side of his desk, allowing her to sit down.
"Thank you." She as amused by the kind gesture as no one has ever done that for her. "No problem, Samyra? Right?" Darius asked if that was how her name was pronounced and she nodded. "My Nana told you to talk to me ain't it?" Samyra squinted her eyes at him. Darius looked up from his desk at her. "Excuse me?"
"Either you tryna' be my man, or my Nana made you to talk to me, which one?" Samyra bluntly spoke. Darius paused and looked at her before bursting into laughter. "Samyra," He chuckled. "I'm being fa'real." She looked at him with a serious face.
"Yes, she asked me to talk to you but I didn't give her a yes or no answer, I said i'll see. I'm choosing to talk to you out of free will." Darius truthfully spoke. "You a Pastor, it's your job to talk to people and to make them feel good."
"Imma' Pastor, not a therapist. I spread the word of God and save lost souls. I get paid for the other stuff." Darius explained to her, making her jerk her head back. She honestly felt like she just got cleared by a Pastor. "N' I ain't gettin' paid for this. So, no, Samyra. Your Nana didn't make me talk to you, I'm choosing to talk to you."
