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📍Manchester, Jamaica | Mandeville
A Few Days Later | Friday, August 26th
3 PM ⏰
Cyaa believe seh a we a di new adults.
Who authorize dis?
It was just yesterday dat me just turn sixteen enuh, now look pon me.
Walking around here being one girl's father and another one's man.
No really, a who authorize dis?
"The market is perfect right now, Millennials and Gen Z are both looking to be homeowners"
Huh?
When did we even reach to dis topic?
Mr. Cohen looks over at me, his stoic demeanor signifies that he means business, which means I am fucked cause me neva did a listen.
"What do you think Noah?" he says, his facial expression unreadable.
I scan the room frantically, hoping that someone, anyone, sitting around the large wooden conference table could throw me a lifeboat.
Mr. Cohen called me here to be a part of the company's quarterly meeting, it was one of my firsts, and I thought I was just here to play spectator.
"Noah nuh aave nutt'n fi seh" Cyrus takes the lead, and I shoot him a questionable look.
Weh him mean by dat?
"I honestly don't think he should even be a part of this conversation," he says, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
Oh.
This again.
Cyrus has been againts me working here since Lailah's party, word spread like wildfire that day about who I was, and what I supposedly did.
As if all a we anuh big people.
He's a "friend" of Sarai's so he has some loyalty to her, and with everything that has transpired, I am now public enemy number one.
Whatever that means.
Feel like dats why him neva too help me wid di Samir situtation.
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Summer's Interlude
Romance"Ah yuh decide fi tek set pon mi enuh" I scream at him. "Yuh sick inna yuh head Sarai? Two ah we know seh ah lie yah tell" he retorts with a sinister smile. Shame ah kill mi... "You knew what I wanted from the very beginning, but instead you decided...
