The Jamaican Romeo and Juliet

Conjecture

Weston's POV
***********8:00 am**********
"T, I'm heading out. I have an important meeting with the owner of the construction company that we're using for your newest development." I tell her.

"Kool, when do I get to meet him?" She asks.

"Soon mama, I'm going to iron some things out with him this week, by next week you be fully in charge." I say as I button my cuff links.

"Later babes." I say then kiss her on her forehead.

"Love you." She says with sparkling eyes.

"Love you too T." I say then close the door.

"Don Dada! Wah gwan." Crakah shouts as I answer the phone.

"Wah ya seh?" I ask suspiciously but bluntly.

"The man presence need fi be felt pan the lane them. Cya see yuh. Memba seh a ya d Dan ina the place eno." He laments.

"Yow, circle later. Have more important matters." I say then end the call.

"Them Breda ya think mi nu have a bomboclaat thing fi do eno." I think.

*****Meeting with Mr. Falconer at 9:00 am*****Renaua texts.

"It's 8:40, still have 20 minutes." I think.

I beat the traffic and get to the office.

"2 minutes late." I whisper.

I enter the board room and there's the little corporate bwoy a look pan mi.

Him look perturbed but him betta wipe that fucking look ofa him face n memba who needs who here.

I'm then pull out the chair and I sit.

"Ok proceed." I say then pull my phone out. Checking my messages

Long meetings bore me. I hope he makes it quick.

"The project managers are on task, the books are up to date and the project it nearing its completion." He says.

He proceeds to say a few other things but I take a mental note of matters relevant to the management of my establishment.

I can't help but notice the distinct sound of his voice. I've heard his voice some where before.

Pussy sound like Jackson, but couldn't. Must be mi mind.

I mean mug at the slightest idea of this. I stare at him intensely as I question my intuition.

I am badgered by intrusive thoughts but I shake my head as I think "Couldn't."

Jackson's POV

Such a pussyole, I think as I explain the proceedings of the chapter to Mr what's his name.

He has his head in his phone and him looked unfocused as fuck.

He doesn't say much but mi glad. In and out.

Key points discussed. On to the next client.

As usual, he ends the meeting when he hears what he wants to.

I see a titanium gold desert eagle on his waist as he leans to shake my hand.

"Talk soon." He says then shake my hand firmly. It was almost as if he was squeezing my fingers a little out of the ordinary.

"Why him sound like the pussyole wa call mi ofa teanna phone Suh." I think as I stare him dead into his eyes with a straight face.

As he leaves the office I instantly call crawby. Mi likle runner.