SAME DAY SAME TIME
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"Wait what?" Megan looked at me confused. "You said what?"
"I said that I'll do it," I repeated.
"But-but you don't even film anymore? You retired nigga!"
"I know, but this project is my baby, Megan, and also, I feel like Malik would be more comfortable wit somebody he knows. Not no weird random nigga,"
"You know, not to be that girl, but...last time y'all even spoke really, y'all almost fought,"
I sighed. "And, we gon' talk about that," I looked at Malik.
"But also, y'all know each other maybe too much," she said.
"Imma professional, Megan," I spoke sternly. "Malik is too, and think about it from a business standpoint,"
She sighed. "Whatever," she shook her head. "You right,"
"I mean I'll only do it if it's okay wit Malik," I looked at him as I sat on my couch. "Tell me whatchu thinkin' and be honest wit me because if it's not okay witchu I have no problem findin' someone else,"
"Uhh, I think...if it's you, I would be more comfortable," he failed looking me in the eyes, I could see his face turning a bit red. "So, I don't mind it bein' you,"
"Are you sure? I need you ta be sure, Malik," He nodded.
"I'm sure,"
"Okay," I replied. We held eye contact for a moment before my office door swung open again.
In walked an angry, ugly ass, Bryan.
"The person I was lookin' fa," he spoke talking to Megan.
"Fuck you still hur fa?" I shot a glare at him. Usually, I would try my best and be professional even in situations like this, but he really irks me.
"You even see how he's talkin' ta me, Megan? This is some bullshit! I was 'post ta get fifteen bands fa fuckin' this nigga!"
"Aye, bruh stop talkin' 'bout me like ian hur—like I'm yo bitch or sum," Malik spoke up.
"You should be on my side, Malik," he pointed to an annoyed-looking Malik. I feel like this shit about to go left.
"Why is et?" he chuckled. Uh, oh.
He scoffed, "You just lost out on twenty bands 'cuz this bitch ass nigga mad his f-ggot ass ain't fuckin' y—" Before I could even react Malik got up, pulling up his pants then fist connected with his face, and he dropped to the ground.
"Bitch ass nigga talk too fuckin' much, voice agg' as fuck. Pussy ass nigga tryna buck up like he's somebody," he spoke like he didn't just knock a nigga out. "He just pissed me the fuck off and my ass hurt, I'm out this mufucka. Boss Lady lemme know wassup and when and whur I need ta be. I needa smoke," he ranted about to exit the office. "Bye," he waved to both of us, and my eyes lingered on him for a second. I waved back and then he disappeared from our view.
