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Israel dragged the pen in his hand across the line of the paper, writing his signature for like the hundredth time today. Nobody told him before he became a business owner how many times he'd have to sign his own name. It was muscle memory by now.
His attention adverted from signing another paper, getting a notification on his phone. He was expecting to see Bria's name, but rolled his eyes when he saw that it was only Cynel sending him a flyer for a pool party happening in a few hours.
It had been a few days since he'd last heard from her, and he was starting to worry. She wasn't picking up any of his calls or responding to the texts he sent her, and he couldn't recall what he'd done to get ignored like this.
He even went by her house a few times but she wasn't there either. He figured that must've meant she didn't want to be found, and although he was a little upset about that, he was trying to respect her wishes.
"Come in." He said when a knock came to his door, watching his assistant, Davion, walk in moments later with a Chic-Fil-A bag.
"Some of the guys went to go get lunch, figured we'd bring you something back boss man." He sat the bag on an empty spot on Israel's desk, putting the drink down next to it.
"'Preciate that. Might get a bonus on your check for that." He dapped him up with a grin, and Davion pretended to salute him before dismissing himself from the office.
Israel opened the bag to find a cobb salad with no tomatoes, extra cheese and chicken filet, just how he liked it. There was also a side order of fries and macaroni, as well as a bunch of Polynesian sauce packets.
He came into work early this morning and skipped out on breakfast to get a head start on a ton of paperwork to correct the crappy payroll from the internet outage last week, so this lunch was just what he'd needed to get it all finished up.
Grabbing his phone from his desk, he dialed his brother's number and held his phone between his shoulder and his so that he could use his hands to prepare his salad the way that he liked.
"What's good young blood?" Kordae answered on the second ring, as always. Israel and their mom was the only two people he answered the phone for. In fact, they were the only people with his actual number.
"Shit, working. I called 'cause I need a favor though." Israel poured a packet of Polynesian sauce over his salad, making sure to get some on the sliced boiled egg.
"I'm listening."
"Track Bria number and see where she at for me. She stopped sharing her lo and she ain't picking up my calls." He knew this was a bitch move but he didn't even care at this point.
"This girl with the other boyfriend been having you out yo' head baby bro. You ain't picking up on it?" Kordae spoke amusingly.
"I don't give a damn about that nigga, I'm just tryna make sure she good."
