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Danielle's POV
I sat on my couch all dressed up with nowhere to go, flipping through shows on HBO Max. I guess I'll rewatch Game Of Thrones for the tenth time, at least up until season eight. Denis was supposed to take me out to dinner tonight with his parents, but he had to cancel our plans for a late work call. Now I'm hungry, bored, and irritated. Even Freeya is away, enjoying her night at her friend's slumber party. If I was still talking to Fantasia and Taraji, I probably wouldn't be alone right now. I would probably be at their house for game night. I miss them beyond what I can articulate into words, but I have to protect my peace. My love for them and my loyalty to them has gotten me hurt one too many times. I was about to just turn in and call it a night when my doorbell rang. I groaned, really wanting to ignore it. The longer I sat on the couch unmoving, the louder the doorbell seemed to get as whoever was standing on the other side of the door continued to press it.
Danielle: Alright, damn, I'm coming!
When I unlocked the door and opened it to see an old white man dressed in a black suit with black leather gloves and a hat on his head, I was utterly confused and slightly creeped out.
Danielle: Uh hi. Can I help you?
???: Good evening Miss Brooks. My name is Chadwick and I will be your driver for tonight.
Danielle: I don't understand. I didn't order a car service.
Chadwick: Miss Barrino and Miss Henson sent me for you.
Danielle: Well I'm sorry you wasted your time, because I don't want to be involved in anything that has to do with them. Goodnight.
I went to close the door, but he stuck his shiny, black Stacey Adams-clad foot in the door, stopping it. I know this grandpa doesn't think he's going to make me go anywhere I don't want to go. As curious as I am about what Taraji and Fantasia are plotting by sending this driver, I'll just have to remain curious because nothing good ever comes from me inserting myself into their crazy schemes and plans.
Chadwick: Please, Miss Brooks. At your request, I will take you home anytime that you want. I'm just trying to do my job.
I didn't know how far out he had to drive to get here, but nonetheless I felt bad that he would be wasting his time and his gas on me. Fantasia and Taraji must have known that I wouldn't allow this poor old man's efforts to go unappreciated. Those sneaky manipulative bitches. I had no choice but to get in the car. It was a nice car- a blacked out Rolls Royce Ghost- but I would expect nothing less for all the hardships I've suffered through because of them. During the ride, I was texting and calling my husband to tell him about what was happening, but he wasn't answering me. I sighed and shut my phone off, sitting back on the seat. The fact that Denis was ignoring me was only making me more agitated than I already was. I want to be at home in my bed, not in this car sent to me by two former friends. I was falling in and out of sleep until Chadwick came to a stop in front of Taraji's house. The house was completely dark, increasing my confusion and intrigue. What the hell is going on?
