𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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❝To let you get away is crazy.❞
Devyn is a young woman who is pursuing a career in education while keeping her wealth a secret. After leaving work one day, she accidenta...
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OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA NOVEMBER 22ND, 1995 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
Devyn sits at the cozy kitchen counter, wrapped in her soft house robe, savoring a bowl of wholesome Raisin Bran. The warm sunlight streams through the window, gently illuminating the room. The clock on the wall struck nine in the morning, reminding her of the arrival of Thanksgiving eve.
Her attention is drawn to Roberta as she tediously prepares for the upcoming holiday feast. Roberta carefully drizzles a sweet, sugary glaze over the raw yams, and Devyn observes with keen interest. "How come you cooking them right now?" she questions.
Roberta glances up with a gentle smile on her lips. "Oh, I'm not cooking them right now," she explained. "I'm just prepping them in advance. This way, when it's time for the big meal, all I have to do is pop them in the oven and let them bake to perfection."
Devyn nodded appreciatively, impressed by Roberta's thoughtful planning. The aroma of Thanksgiving delights slowly filled the air, making her eagerly anticipate the mouthwatering feast that awaited them the next day.
"You don't know how to cook, do you?" Roberta inquires.
Devyn shamefully shakes her head. She's twenty-three and doesn't know a lick about cooking. Throughout her life, it was always Roberta who prepared meals, so she never bothered to learn. But if she thinks about having a family with anyone, not knowing how to cook is a problem.
"But hey," Devyn interjects with a light-hearted tone, "I may not be a master chef, but I do know how to whip up a mean bowl of Raisin Bran." She playfully takes a generous spoonful of cereal and stuffs it into her mouth, causing Roberta to giggle.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, starting both Devyn and Roberta. "Now, who could that be early this morning," Roberta asks, tossing off her apron. She walks to answer the door, but Devyn grabs her.
"Wait, let me get it," Devyn insists, getting up and grabbing her trusty cereal bowl. She goes to the front door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. As she opens the door, she's met with Tiffany's gleeful smile, but it quickly fades when she notices Devyn's appearance. "God, you look horrible," she comments.
Devyn frowns, responding, with sarcasm, "Wow, Tiffany, good to see you too."
"Sorry," Tiffany replies, stepping into the house, "I just expected you to not look like you've been sleeping in a tomb."
Devyn laughs, rolling her eyes playfully. "Girl, it's super early. What are you doing over here anyways?"
They walk to the kitchen and Tiffany says hello to Roberta. "I wanted to go shopping. There's this new boutique that just opened up, and I wanted to go check it out," she explains.
She finishes her bowl of cereal and sets it on the counter. "Okay, I'll go with you; let me just get myself ready.
Devyn and Tiffany walk to Devyn's room, and Tiffany looks around, amazed. "Damn, it still looks the same."
