24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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The following morning
A frantic Andrew barges in our room as I was sitting before the mirror applying the finishing touches to my makeup, and he says to me, "Babe, do you know where I put my tie? Because I can't find it anywhere. I swear I already turned the place upside down."
"Did you check to see if it fell at the bottom of the garment bag?"
"Yeah, it's not there."
"Umm…check to see if it fell on the closet floor. It may have fallen out when you were pulling the clothes from the bag. Remember you were getting dressed in there so chances are it's in there somewhere."
"Okay thanks," he kissed my cheek and made a dart over to the closet where he shouted out that he found it before leaving the closet and the room altogether, telling me that he'd meet me in the car.
Rising up from the chair, I proceeded towards the closet to fetch my dress, accessories and shoes, carrying it along with me back into the room. After latching my necklace around my neck and the shoes on my feet, I pulled up my dress over my legs and put my arms through the provided holes; unfortunately, I was unable to zip up the dress myself and I couldn't call on Andrew either because he went out to the car. I did, however, happen to run across some luck as Jesse had been vacuuming in the hallway area. Yet again, it's kinda unfortunate because she and I hardly talk like we used to. I don't trust her and I've been watching her like a hawk. But as of right now, I'm desperate and I don't want to call on Andre, or should I say my “secret admirer”. I'm not even sure if he's still here. But either way, Jesse is my last resort unless I wanna go outside with an opened dress.
I poked my head out of the door and said to her, "hey Jesse. Can you spare a minute?"
"Sup," asked Jesse.
"Sup??" I questioned with a frown upon my face at the kind of response I received.
"Yeah, sup,” she repeated.
"Who are you talking to like that? You don't get to talk to me like that."
"Well…," she shrugged as if it were no biggie that I felt disrespected. I had a whole change of mind to even ask her to help me with my zip. I now was curious and more concerned about this attitude she was giving off.
"What's with the attitude," I asked her.
"I don't have an attitude."
"Yeah, well I feel like you do," I replied back to Jesse, and later said to her, "and as a matter of fact, now that we're talking. I've noticed that as of lately after the conversation you and I had in Andrew's office that you avoid me, and not only that, but you don't even clean our room or the bathroom anymore."
"Well, my mistake. I guess I forgot."
"You forgot for a whole month plus after all this time you've been working for us?"
