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".. Alright, well, dis' was nice." Sachi said politely with a fake smile on her face as she stared back at the man that sat across the table from her. "What?" She asked after reading the look on his face,"Why you lookin' at me like dat'?"

"You trynna' leave me already girl?"

"I told you I gotta' get home to my baby, Coach." She said with a small chuckle as he sighed and continued cutting into the last little bit of his steak. Sachi felt then that he was about to try and challenge her. "You gotta' get home yo' baby or yo' man? He sholl' got you checkin' dat' phone alot."

"No, it's my child like I said." She said firmly, feeling like Coach was trying to call her out and create narratives of his own. Whether or not she was checking her phone for messages from her "man", it was none of Coach's business seeing as though this dinner was strictly about that; business and nothing more.

"Okay," He said with a subtle shrug, picking his steak strip up with his fork before eating it,"so what na', you want me to pull out forty stacks and just hand 'em to ya' straight like dat'? You ain't gave me no typa' time of day girl."

"Coach be forreal." She said as he chuckled softly, watching her pick up her champagne glass and take a small sip. "I'm just sayin'. I ain't seen you in a minute, dis' lil' ol' date wasn't enough fa' me baby. I done came all da' way down to country ass Concrete fa' you and you wanna' leave me afta' spendin' what?" He paused briefly to check the time on his watch,"almost two hours wit' me?"

Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, Sachi held a confused look on her face that made her question him and say,"Okay, so what? Dat's da' usual amount of time we spend togetha', plus, you didn't just come down here ta' see me." She knew he was only saying that to guilt trip her and make her feel like if she deserved the money he promised, she'd have to spend more time with him than she'd like.

Hell, spending an hour and a half at this boring restaurant was already pushing it. After the day she had, she had absolutely no intentions to go out to dinner with Coach but of course when he called offering forty stacks, she didn't think she could turn it down.

With she and Halo growing out of their apartment, a school balance hanging over her head in order for her to return this Fall, medication costs, plans for her pole gym and brand new salon suite, she figured forty stacks could be a big help.

"So- so- so- what'chu gon' do wit' my money anyway Sachi? I hope you gon' invest into some real shit and not just spend it all on dat' weave hair, clothes and purses and shit," He said while looking her up and down,"Keep doin' dat' you gon' be workin' in dat' club 'til you sixty."

"I'm not irresponsible, Coach. I know how ta' manage my money," She chuckled, not because anything was funny but because she was trying to keep herself from showing the irritation she was feeling inside. "Well what'chu still doin' in dat' club then?"

Narrowing her eyes at him, it took just about everything in her not to say what she really wanted to. Coach could tell then that he'd gotten underneath her skin,"Shit, I'm just sayin' Sachi. You coulda' had a salon of ya' own a long time ago had you let me buy you dat' spot you wanted down in Houston."

"And I told you why I didn't want yo' name on a buildin' I wanted fa' myself," She didn't need to explain any further because he knew exactly what she was alluding to. There was just no way she wanted Coach's name on any piece of paperwork pertaining to any thing she wanted for herself; she didn't want to be tied to him in that way.