A MONTH LATER: EARLY JANUARY 2014
• M A L I K •
January, the new start of the year. A lot of shit has happened since I got out. Overall though, I'm thankful. My baby girl just turned eight, and I got to celebrate her first birthday out of jail. Shit was one of the best days of my life.
I just lay on my back in the bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about life, and how I'm coming into the new year.
My phone starts to vibrate and I pick up the phone my eyes going wide once I saw the familiar name pop up on the screen.
"Hello," my groggy voice spoke.
"Hey," I hear Megan's voice through the phone. "I got a offer fa you, but I definitely think it's somethin' we should talk about in person,"
"Okay, let me know whur ta meet you at,"
"Alright, talk to you later, bye,"
"Bye," I hung up the phone.
I'm a bit surprised I got that call. Since the Annual, Ian seen anybody since, except Jessica, and that was only once a couple weeks ago. I talked to Megan here and there her just checking up on me.
But, I figured I wouldn't be welcomed anymore. Especially, after what he said. I know at the end of the day they would choose him. And at the end of the day, it's his decision if I stay or not.
I even started looking for other jobs, but I guess they still need me, and I need them to continue taking care of my family. So, I just gotta put my pride aside and continue even if I gotta see him all the time.
I dragged myself out of bed, not wanting to do anything today, but the bills still gotta be paid. Food still gotta be put on the table.
I lazily did my hygiene routine, just putting on some sweats and a black T-shirt. I grabbed my keys and a cereal bar. She texted me saying to meet her at the building...and to not worry because Trevon wasn't there.
I drove to the building with Frank Ocean playing the whole way through. I arrived, a bit nervous to even exit the car. Last time I was here, shit was a catastrophe.
I entered the building saying hi to Shacora and Rayshawn before heading to Megan's office.
I arrived at her door, knocking. "Come in!" I walked in sitting in the chair in front of her. She was typing something on her computer, with her phone in between her shoulder and ear as she spoke about a conversation that I was not tuned into.
"Alright, Imma call you later, Malik's hur," She said after a few more minutes. "Okay, talk to you later, bye," she hung up the phone, putting it down on her desk. She closed her laptop, crossed her hands on the table, and looked me directly in the eye. It made me a bit nervous. "How you been, Malik?"
"I been good. What 'boutchu?" I replied.
"I'm good," she sighed, uncrossing her hands and grabbing a folder from a drawer. "So, before I talk about this offer, we need ta talk about some shit,"
I nodded figuring I would need to anyway. "Okay,"
"So, you know Tre is inevitably gonna still be directing a lot of your shoots, are you okay wit that?"
