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NEW YORK, NEW YORK NOVEMBER 16 THURSDAY 1:40 PM
It was like any other day at the office, and Mariah threw herself into her work per usual. Even though it was mid-November, the sun beamed down on her through the extravagant floor to ceiling windows.
It had been two years since she started her role as a post-release therapist, and she often still had a hard time processing the beauty of the building she worked in.
She understood that some therapists had to wait years to secure a position like this, and that at the ripe age of twenty-three, she had found her forever job.
"Mariah, call for you on line one."
She looked up at her smiley, blonde haired co-worker, and mouthed the words 'thank you Jenny' before picking the office phone up, pressing one and putting it to her right ear.
"Good afternoon, Mariah speaking."
"Bitch, drop the act." A familiar voice chuckled from the other side of the line
Mariah internally rolled her eyes but couldn't even attempt to hide the instant smile that wiped across her lips at the sound of her best friend's voice.
"I'm not even gonna say it this time, I'm tired of repeating myself Nana." Mariah spoke as her smile slowly faded
"I know you hate when I call your work number but listen, hear me out, this is important." Yanna pleaded in the tone she always used when she wanted something
One thing for sure and two things for certain, Yanna was always gonna call Mariah for advice, even if it was the smallest thing.
Ever since that first day of sixth grade when Mariah gave Yanna a hair tie in physical education, they had been inseparable ever since.
Silly? Maybe, but Mariah believed that the strongest friendships are the ones you least expect.
"Make it quick cause my next client appointment is at two." Mariah huffed at her helpless bestie
"Well, last night after the club, I met this nigga that I felt like I knew from somewhere." She started "I can't put my finger on it and I need your help."
"Because I just know every nig- man that live in this city?" Mariah started but corrected herself when she realized where she was "How I'm supposed to know Nana?"
"I'm not too sure, but I believe he went to our highschool. He wasn't popular or nun, one of them lowkey type joints." Yanna spoke
