Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 29: sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Mᴀʀᴄʜ 31
10:09 ᴀ.ᴍ.

"And that's how you come up with a proper percentage for a profit. Do you understand?" Clark questioned.

"Yes, Mr. Clark."

A whole hour of Clark talking about profits, percentages, & offer deals. It's like the first day of Mr. Clark's lesson all over again. I'm not going to lie when I say, this is boring. Very boring! I keep hearing the same thing over and over again. And the same motivation, "To be the best owner of the Jackson Productions Inc for the future youth generation". Blah, blah, blah, blah. Michael wouldn't let me go to the Boys and Girls club yesterday or today. I overheard him telling Latoya, "I don't trust her going to that club. She could be sneaking off somewhere. Keep her with Clark for a while." Ain't that some shit?

They're using Clark to keep me from sneaking away. It's not like I'm fooling around with a boy or selling drugs. Well, technically I am dealing with drugs. I'm just handling the shipment. I came up with a plan to keep up with the shipment every morning & not be late. Since everyone gets up at 7, I wake up early at 5 & get down to the Glam Slam at 5:20. (Uncle Tony is the gateway driver. Speeding & running through all the red lights.) Since the shipment come at 5:45, I have enough time to do my duties & come back before anyone notices I'm gone. It's a risky plan but believe it or not. It's been going well for the past couple of days. I just hope it stays well for a while. (If not, I'll have to steal a car & drive it myself. Even though, I don't know how to drive.) I guess I'm doing my job well because I haven't heard anything bad from Prince. I guess I can handle this little job. Making sure the products come in on time? Easy! I wonder if I can put this on my resume if I wanted a real job in the near future?

"Wasn't that a fun lesson?" Clark smirked.

"It was something."

"I sense a hint of nonchalance there. Is there something wrong?" Clark took off his brown suit jacket.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong." I scribbled on the blank notebook. A doddle here, a doddle there. I could go for some chips right now.

"Were you even listening to the lesson, Amy?" He arched an brow.

I put the pencil down, "Yes, I was listening Mr. Clark."

"Okay, good. On to the next lesson."

Ding! I wiped out my Princess phone. Two new messages from the Family group chat. I opened up the messages.

Uncle Damon: princess! Wyd?
Uncle Tony: wassup little p!
Uncle Kirk: biscuit head, wyd?
Me: nothing much, what about y'all?
Uncle Tony: bored
Uncle Damon: hungry
Uncle Kirk: high as hell!
Me: lol where's daddy?
Uncle Tony: business meeting
Me: diamond & pearl?
Uncle Damon: probably too busy raising hell on somebody's credit card bill
Uncle Tony: still salty because they wouldn't let you tag in?
Uncle Damon: shut up nigga!
Me: lol and the others?
Uncle Tony: NPG business as usual

"Amy? Tell your friends that you'll speak to them on a later date. Your busy right now." Clark interrupted.

"Okay." Speaking of friends, I told Mayte & Crystal I wouldn't be able to make it to the burger joint yesterday. So I rescheduled it for this Friday instead. Believe me, I'm not going to miss this one. I need to tell them about Latoya & the birth certificate. And whenever Clark has the "serious conversation" with me.