chapter 70: Realtor

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Saturday July 11 |9:00 a.m.
📍 Paisley, Clarendon 📍

Tamika's POV

Since today I'm not in one of my moods, Dominic decided to take me to meet the relator.

And I don't know why, but I'm nervous.

Nuh like new people...

"So you're just going to bring me then get back to work? Mi can come too?" I ask..

I've never displayed much interest in his workspace, so I've only been there once.

Never even went inside because the clothing choice wasn't it..

But today, I'm bored.

Watching him button his white shirt, then throw his jacket on, he goes over to the chest of drawers for cologne.

Bae serving leewkkks.

If mi never did a breed right now mi jump pon him.

"Yuh can come yes... I'm going to be busy though, and around 2pm, I'm leaving for a function I'm sponsoring in Mandeville, nah stay long though so I'll probably bring representatives with me.."

Murdah.. ok drive out. 

"Have no problem with that.." I say, thinking about what I'm going to wear because I'm definitely tagging along to that function.

>>>>>>

📍 Relator's office 📍

Jesus tek the wheel.. because if mi keep the it mi might ride it guh ova wah cliff.

Cya badda man.

"This is our realtor, Ms. Cunningham" Dominic says and I internally hiss.

"Nice to meet you, " I greet, outstretching my arms for her to shake.

She smiles then take my hand into hers, and I can actually feel her thoughts in her palm.

Hearing Dominic's phone ring, I roll my eyes inwardly, again!

Really god? This is so cliché.

"Excuse me" Dominic says, then go outside to take the call and the lady looks at me.

"So, Tamika... Did you take him from his wife as well but stayed because him breed yuh?" Georgia scoffs, while looking from my eyes to my stomach.

"Girl.. get over it, that was like eight years ago... If him did suh easy, he probably wasn't for you anyways, you should literally be thanking me.."

Remember that one time I ask god why I wasn't punished for wrecking a home?

Yeah... Better mi never remind him.

Cause... Seriously now...mi affi ask again... Why meee!?

Hearing her slam her hand on the desk, my focus is now back on her.

"Bitch if yuh neva Walla Walla up yuh nasty rass ina mi life then he wouldn't have done it.." she says, low but aggressive.

"Gia, chill.. let's not start a scene, the past is the past and right you're just our realtor and nothing else."

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