• T R E V O N •
A WEEK LATER: JUNE 2013
"What's on the schedule fa today, Jess?" I sat behind my office with my main secretary, Jessica, across from me. We were going over today's schedule.
"Well, we have a couple of interviews to do, and a couple shoots, you're directing one of them," she stated, flipping through papers. "Ooh Tre," she spoke less formally, so I knew she was about to start some bullshit. "Look at one of the nigga's comin' in,"
I rolled my eyes. Jessica knows damn well I don't mix business with pleasure.
At least not anymore.
"Girl, there you go wit that bullshit,"
"Just look at him!" she shoved the paper in my face. I rolled my eyes taking the paper in my hand, glancing over the information and his picture. It was a bad selfie, but you could see that it was just him not knowing how to take pictures because he was fine as hell...
No, Tre, let's flush that thought.
"I see you thinkin'. You sayin' this nigga fine in ya head huh?" she smiled, grabbing the paper back from me.
"Shut the fuck up," I laughed, cheesing a bit. She got me, your honor, this nigga is cute, okay. That's it though.
Plus he is probably straight, even though he kinda look like a girl...Maybe he not straight.
"Jessica," One of the assistants walked into my office. "A Malik is here, say he gotta interview,"
She gave me a smirk, making me roll my eyes at her. "I'm comin' Jay," she deviously smirked swaying out of the room with her clipboard.
She's so damn childish.
I left the office behind her. Then I headed towards Megan's office. She's my partner in crime, the person I built this shit with.
I knocked on her door, she opened up holding up a finger to my face as she chatted on her white iPhone 5.
I walked into the room, with me the one sitting in front of the desk this time. I smiled at her while she chatted on the phone, overhearing her talking to her wife, cheesing. I started mocking her in my boredom which led her to flick me off.
Oh, I'm really 'bout to get that ass.
"Megan, I'm tryna eat yo pussy, get off that phone," I spoke loud so I know her wife would hear. I'm so messy.
She scowled at me, making me laugh my ass off. "Baby, let me call you later, Trevon actin' like he don't got no damn sense. Okay, I love you, bye," she cooed, placing her phone down.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed. "I was needin' yo attention,"
She rolled her eyes, picking up a pen that lay on her desk throwing it at me. I shielded myself feeling more random objects being thrown.
"Megan! Okay—okay. I'm sorry!" I pleaded and she finally stopped.
"What the hell you botherin' me fa?"
