|taraji h. ♡|
4 months later.
christmas was in 5 weeks. my employees and i decided to have secret santa. im gonna celebrate here at my company the day before christmas so that i can be with my family on the day of. i gave them a little break today so we could all decorate more parts of the building.
i went into the hall and saw them crowded around the tree, trying to decide who's gonna put the little star at the top of it. mind you, they're over 35...
"mrs.henson, would you like to put the star at the top of the tree?"
michelle asked, knowing damn well, i wasn't about to climb my old ass up there.
"absolutely not i have arthritis in my knees." i lied
"well, brandon, get your thick ass up there"
"uh no. im not about to fall for you heiffas."
"he knows he wants keenan to see that ass of his. go on up there, he'll glance over at you."
"yall think so?" he asked, biting the tip of his nails.
"yes! get up there. ill even record it for you so you can see." kelsey is one messy ass woman. she never fails to make people laugh. i love that about her.
"okay, im going up this ladder to show my ass."
"yas sheila! go up that damn hill to save your marriage." kelsey clapped, and we all laughed.
as he was walking up, everyone was glancing over at keenan. he was indeed looking over at brandon.
"oop, brandon, you have eyes on your prize."
i shook my head and laughed to myself. as time passed, i noticed pan wasn't out here with us. i feel like she's been avoiding me, but whenever i start to ask her why she excuses herself for something, that doesn't even make sense.
like last week i was talking to her and she said "i have to go and walk my fish or he'll die." im sorry ma'am, what?
even if we do talk, she leaves in less than 5 minutes as if she can't stand being in my presence longer or something.
i found her in her office standing in the mirror. she jumped and covered herself when i walked in.
"can you knock next time? jesus!"
"now you see how i felt when you would just barge in my office without knocking. same feeling. what's going on with you?"
"nothings going on. i have work to complete...alone."
"you been avoiding me, why?"
"taraji, i really dont feel like doing this today. i just wanna do my job, pick up my daughter, and go home! let me do that and stop questioning me every few fucking seconds. im getting....im irritated right now."
she turned her back to me and slid her jacket on. when she turned, i could see tears forming in her eyes for whatever reason. my face softened, i couldn't even be mad with her even though i wanted to knock her head back for yelling.
"if you wanna talk, you have my number, and you can come to my office any time you need, im always available."
"okay, i will just leave, please."
"ok, but before i go are you hungry? im about to order me something"
"yes"
"what you wanna eat?"
"pickles and nutella with a lemon and chinese food."
"i meant food only, not bullshit"
she started crying again.
