Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
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During training, Symere was focused and serious, trying her best to improve her skills. But Artist kept distracting her by making remarks and inappropriate jokes. He did everything he could to get under her skin and it worked each time.
"Come on, Symere, lighten up. You're too uptight." Artist sneered, trying to get a reaction out of her.
But Symere ignored him, determined to prove to her father that she didn't need these rude and disrespectful people on her team. Symere couldn't help but feel like she was constantly walking on eggshells around them. She didn't trust them, and she didn't like how her father was putting them on her team, without her consultation.
As she lifted the heavy weights, Symere let out a primal scream. Her father, who had been watching her from the sidelines, approached her cautiously.
"Symere, what's going on?" He asked, concern etched on his face.
"These new guys, they're getting on my nerves." She huffed, taking a break from her workout. "I mean, what's the point of bringing them in? They're just going to slow us down."
Her father gave her a knowing look.
"Symere, you know better than anyone that we have to be prepared for anything. These new guys have skills that could be crucial on our mission. If it helps, I could talk to them."
Symere rolled her eyes. "Yeah,whatever. They're just going to get in the way."
Deep down, she couldn't deny that her father had a point. She knew she was just taking out her frustrations on the new guys because she didn't like them. Artist, with his smooth-talking ways, annoyed her. Mazani, with his flashy moves, made her feel inadequate . And Michael, well, she didn't trust him at all.
But her father was right. She had to put aside her personal feelings and focus on the mission. Part of that meant making sure she was in top physical shape. She picked up the weights again, determined to push herself harder.
As they continued to prepare for the mission, Symere pushed herself even harder, and the new guys proved to be valuable assets, just as her father had predicted.
"C'mon, Tizz, five more pushups!"
"Noodle arms." Symere muttered, swiping her foot against his arm, causing him to fall.
Mizzy and Tyga looked at each other before snickering. Artist put his head down, twisting his lips side to side.
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