Honey Child

3

Malachi

"Make sure you get the general manager to sign off on every piece of paper." My father, Marcus, egged on the line.

I continued my walkthrough of the hotel eyeing the cream doors, soft patterned floors, and the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. How long did he think I hadn't been doing this?

"Make sure the count is good this week as well. And what's going on with the marketing?" He rambled.

I shook my head and continued to pace the building. My father had owned Parallel Hotels and Resorts across the East Coast and Caribbean. He had since retired and at thirty years old, I was next to take over.

"I'm hanging up now. I'll debrief you when I get back." I ignored his pleas on the other line sending him straight to the dial tone.

Turning the corner, I could hear feminine voices. They sang along to a Kayne West song. I smiled leaning against the cold wall finally seeing who was behind the singing. Well, this was cliche. 

"That major that she majored in don't make no money. Got this wack ass job, still ain't make no money." Ryan continued to beat box over her beating hands.

Skylar nodded her head to their makeshift beat, "Got that degree but I'm stuck here folding nasty ass sheets. Might as well quit cuz either way I ain't making no money."

"Rent due. Car note due but one thing about me is my hair stay fly..." Ryan's rap sauntered off when she saw me.

Skylar sucked her teeth, "Why'd you stop? We were just getting started."

"I thought I'd never see you again." I leaned against the cleaning cart watching her expression harden.

Skylar finished packing up her cleaning cart. Ryan stuffed the dirty hotel sheets down the shoot next to them.

"You're a jack of all trades. How many jobs you got?" I asked her, wanting to hear her voice.

"Three, now are you gonna get us fired?"

Her bluntness stunned me, "No, why would I do that?"

She chuckled, "You're wearing a ten-thousand-dollar suit."

I looked down at my attire. Clad in a navy blue Tom Ford suit and cringed. My watch was flashy, always catching the light wherever I went. 

"So?" I questioned, following her down the hall.

"We gotta stop meeting like this." She rolled her eyes opening the door to the next room. 

I put my hand on the cleaning cart stopping her in place, "Let me take you out."

"All I do is work, Malachi." 

That was obvious.

"So when are you not working?" 

Ryan answered for her, "This Saturday."

Skylar

I moved my delicate fingers over my laptop keypad reviewing my application. "Fall application for advertising, no  I should go for business, or how about art therapy?" 

Ryan scoffed from the beanbag on the floor, "Why are you doing this again?"

"Because I need to apply for my master's."

Ryan snatched my laptop closing it shut, "Or you could hit Zaire up about going to Chicago."

I shifted my weight on my bed, "Why would I?"

"You'll never be able to chase your dreams if you don't go for them. Text him, now!"

"If I do it will you get off my back?"

Ryan smiled, "Mhm."

My phone vibrated next to me. I smiled at the message. It was Malachi. I'll give him that, he's persistent. 

454-623-7173: Meet me at the Pier 6 pm on Saturday

I replied to Malachi's message and then quickly dialed Zaire's number feeling my stomach tighten. He answered on the first ring. 

"Skylar! I'd thought you'd never call."

"Here I am. When is the Chicago trip?"

"The 27th. I'll have my assistant send you the details. Glad you decided to call me."

"Yeah, me too."

I hung up the phone and smiled at Ryan. Without leaving me a chance to breathe she lunged at me crushing me in a warm hug, "Oh my God!"

"Bitch, we're going to be famous. Can I come to Chicago too?"

Maybe this was my chance. I just had to lean into it.

Author's Note:

Short filler chapter

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