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Fatima went through her mail seeing nothing but bills on top of bills which was never a problem for a go-getter such as herself.
What she didn't understand was why there was no letter from Zachary, it had been 2 whole weeks since she sent hers.
She was thinking like maybe he has a girlfriend or what if he's gay, or what if her letter went to the wrong person.
All different thoughts were in her head but she pushed them aside when Danni called her. "Hey lovely face."
"Heyyyy Tima, I'm on my way to work but I wanted to check on you." Danni spoke over FaceTime.
"I'm fine, I ended up just going to my mom's last night." Fatima has a fear of spiders and yesterday she saw one.
She called Danni and Danni didn't answer because she was asleep so she left like 5 voicemails crying.
"Okay girl and you gotta stop doing that, I woke up scared as ever. I nearly drove over there, then I saw your text."
Fatima laughed along with Danni. "I know I know, but I have to get to the shop so I'll call you later, love you lovely face."
"I love you more timasss." Danni dragged before hanging up, Fatima got dressed and headed over to Lavish Costumes By TCW.
She owned a clothing store in the suburban side of Atlanta, she loved it. "Hey boss lady." Maya the receptionist spoke.
"Hey yall, hey." She spoke to everybody before heading to her office. She saw mail on her desk and pushed it aside.
She sat down and went on her computer to check her emails and everything else. She confirmed some orders here and there.
"Hey lady T, more mail." Vannah her assistant spoke handing her some more mail. She grabbed it and scrambled through it.
She saw all unimportant stuff until she saw a letter from Zachary Taylor. She couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks V, can you go check out the new shipment we got in and have Paris and Nat rack everything up?"
Vannah nodded then left, Fatima opened the letter and began to read through Zac's bad hand writing.
'Wassup Fatima, I kno you like why i took so long to write back but my bad Ma lol. I was tryna see why you had wrote a nigga in jail randomly but then was like fuck it lemme see what shorty on. you had asked a nigga plenty questions and shit tbh Ian got nobody but myself, all that favorite shit is black, and none else. and in jail you ain't got no favorite artist closest thing to music we hea is piss hitting the toilet. I'm tryna see what you on tho, next time send yo number and some pictures .'
She didn't do anything but laugh, he was so blunt. Then you could tell he writes exactly how he talks.
She knew this was new to him, she put the letter in her purse and made a mental note to write another one.
She continued to work waiting on 6pm to roll around so she could close up shop for the rest of her Sunday.
— Zachary Taylor . 29 10:15am 🕤
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"You ever figure anything about that broad that wrote you." Vincent asked Zac as Zac went up and down on the bar.
"Don't do that bruh, you'on even kno ha yet." He corrected, Vincent placed his hands in the air in defense. "My bad bro."
Zac jumped down on his last set. "I just had wrote her back, I'm hoping she sent her number or some."
"Shit still got me confused tho." Nothing was registering in his mind. Why in the world would Fatima randomly write a prisoner.
He couldn't help but think what if it's a trap, he made a mental note to hisself to not get to wrapped up in her or have faith in her.
He knew when his 5 years was up he couldn't only fend for himself, he no longer had his mother nor Jay.
Karen left years ago and now it was only him and he was the only one that had him. Sure some of the guys were his niggas in the pen.
However that's it, once you get outta jail you gotta remove yourself from people who still in cause they grow hate for you.
"So you finna fuck with her on some friend type shit you know?" Zac shrugged, "maybe, maybe not. Ion know." He spoke.
He left Vincent to do his laps then went back inside, everyone went to make their phone calls but he stayed in his room.
He had no one to call or talk to, he could only write Fatima and it took him 2 weeks alone to even do that.
So for the remainder of the night he just slept, it was a good thing he didn't have bitches for guards.
