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Nadia Taylor Beverly Hills, CA 4:00 PM
I can say for the first time yet. It feels sooooo good being back at work. Now, no I'm not actually back in the office or the stores but I'm working from home on new shit so that's still something.
But money needs to be made and nobody going to make it but me.
"Nadia, why you ain't got no fucking food here? I go to Chris house and that nigga be stacked with snacks but you? You be having some corny ass rice cakes, pretzels, and yogurt and shit. Nigga, grow up,"
"Get out of my kitchen and go home then you unemployed heathen." I spoke pointing at my front door only for him to shake his head no and plop down on my couch. "And I have snacks they just hidden from you,"
"That's some fat shit and nigga, I do got a job."
"Ooh, you finally figured out how to use indeed?" Destiny questioned walking back from the bathroom making ne giggle.
"Ah, no. Y'all daddy letting me run the store until he ready to come back after all this shit with y'all mother blow over and they work it out with Chris and Nadia's fraud ass therapist."
"She's not a fraud, thank you very much."
"She must be because I would've sent you and him away to the big house with the stray jackets the first time I met y'all." I rolled my eyes and went back to what I was doing which answering emails and choosing a new smell for the new products I had planned. "And speaking of, when y'all due date?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Destiny said y'all was knocking boots in Houston and I know CB one nasty psychotic nigga who gone try to trap you again,"
"Okay, first of all. Destiny stop talking so fucking much," I pointed at her and she raised her hands defensively, "And second of all, I pop Plan B's like they tic-tacs. So no baby around here at all anytime soon."
"That's so wack. I was really hoping for finally having a little niece or nephew,"
"Pause. Demetrius, you got like four of them already. What are you talking about?" Destiny questioned him with her eyes squinted.
"Last time I checked....they daddies not Chris Brown the famous r&b singer who networth is over $100 million dollars. So, them little niggas don't exist to me until further notice especially yours, Des. Last time I seen that little nigga, he was coughing up a storm and shit. Contagious ass little boy."
"Bitch, he's a toddler. They get colds fast," Destiny tossed the closest pillow near her at me and I was just listening to what they was saying laughing up a storm. It was never a dull moment with the two of them.
