In love with his own killer

IV

Chapter 4
Treasure pov:

I entered the room, the lady doesn't come in with me, she just opened the door for me then closed it. The room was dark but not too dark where you can't see anything. I feel like in the day, it'll be naturally lighter because there's a floor to ceiling window that overlooks the city.

When I walk in, the man is looking down looking like he's signing a paper. From my view he doesn't look too bad. I can tell he's built just by looking at his shoulders.

When he looks up, ouuu chile ion even know what to tell you but besides that that man is fine.

I'm not that type of person to have a type. Don't get me wrong I love myself some chocolate, but I'm not gonna lie there's some white people who be looking good too.

I heard I'm dealing with Italians, so I know he has some flavor.

He looked at me for good few seconds and tell me why I was about to get on my knees right then and there. I'm joking. Or am I?

I'm just kidding I don't get down on my knees for no bitch. Except for Jesus but Jesus ain't no B word.

"You could come and take a seat, I don't bite." The fine Italian said. His voice is so deep and got that strong accent like ugh.

But now I just realized after I came in the room, I just stood there awkwardly staring at him. I wonder how long I was just standing there.

I went up to take a seat and it was just silence again while he looked at me.

"So, Ms. Athena Jones, what made you leave your old job to become a stripper?"

Okay straight into it, I guess. The wigger didn't even introduce himself. That's right he's not the n word he's a wigga.

"Honestly...money." He looked at me not having any type of emotion. Like just a blank face.

"Hm okay. How did you find this job?"

"A friend."

"Does she work here?" The accent is killing me.

"No"

"Do you have any experience in pole dancing?"

"I'm not gonna say I've been pole dancing for years, but I know what I'm doing."

He took a minute to say something, and we were just sitting in awkward silence. Again.  "Why should I hire you? What could you bring to the table that could get us some money?" He sat back on his seat making it give out high pitch squeak.

I don't want my ego to seem big, but I know I'm not ugly. That's one thing I'll cherish the most, being confident in myself. Being black in this world ain't for the weak. The least I could do for myself is tell myself that I'm worth the spot that I got to be on this earth.

You see what that white barbie just did a few minutes ago? The struggles I have to go through with people talking about me and looking at me, the least I could do is show them how much a black queen I am.

Shit, I know I ain't ugly. So, I gave him the look that says, 'are you blind?'

He starts laughing and for a second, I forgot that I'm undercover. Treasure get yourself together.

"I like you. Unlike you everyone else gives me some bullshit story. I'm pleased to have such a beautiful girl to come work at this club but tell me, why this club?"

I know damn well this man did not just called me beautiful. We must stay focus ladies we must stay focused.

"One word...money."