Head B*tch In Charge

The beginning....

My name is Lisa McCloud and I am THE BADDEST BITCH! Some of you may be offended but who cares?!?

Im 31 years young, I have a lucrative fashion business, a nice house on the beach in Miami and I drive

a red Ferrari Enzo. You may wonder how I got to where I am today and no, it isn't because I screwed

every Tom, Dick and Harry, although, I have had my share of sexual excursions, which was solely for

that purpose. Not a "come up" or plan to swindle men out of their cash, only to have the comfort of a

man.

So, by now I take it that you have figured out that I am single and able to mingle. Men these days are so

much of a hassle when it comes to relationships. The last guy I dated had issues with me being in the

spolight and getting attention from other men. Uh..HELLO! I am a fashion designer, plus my beauty

and body is to DIE for! The guy before that, typical egotistical male who was hurt by the fact that my

pockets ran DEEPER than his pockets AND his mini-man. The one before that was from Atlanta, GA.

Nice body, great style and complexion. Well, he liked my assistant Bryce. Found that out after hanging

out at the annual Christmas party. Most women would think something was wrong with their self, but

that doesn't faze me, besides, he never got any loving from me anyway. He was some good eye

candy for the cameras though.

I'm a ride or die chick, always have been and always will be. My mother instilled that in me at an early

age while telling me about her relationship with my father. He was a smooth operator, or could it

have been the fact that my mom was a naive Korean girl who came to America with her family for

better opportunities. Either way, he went fishing for her and caught her hook, line and sinker. He

provided our family with all of the necessities and even our wants. I remember one morning asking for

a fur coat (we lived in Chicago) at the age of 8 and could you believe he went out that same day and

bought me a white fur coat with my name engraved in red (my favorite color).

Growing up I never understood where my dad got all of his money from, especially since he wasn't

gone all day like my friends parents were. He would be present at every event, school function, recital

and competition I had alongside my mother, until my 16th birthday party, which was the day my dad

never returned home. On this particular Saturday, my mom and I finalized everything for the party that

morning. We picked up my dress, got my hair, nails and feet done and lastly, my make-up. The party

planner aranged everything else. My dad callede when I was picked up in the family Rolls Royce and

stated that he would be running late, that he had a big surprise for me and that he love me.

Even with all of the excitement going on at the party, I would always find my mom and ask her if daddy

made it yet, but the answer was always no. Then the time came for my gifts and the best was saved for

last. I walked outside expecting to see my dad but instead I saw a brand new 1997 Mercedes Benz

SL500, V-8, Ice Silver with a red ribbon on the hood. My jaw dropped because it was the exact car I was

looking at on the internet. Everyone cheered me on and told me to get in and test it out. Mind you, I

didn't have a license yet.

Once I sat in the driver seat, I took in the interior and it was more beautiful than the outside of the car.

My dad had my initials engraved in the headrest of the two front seats (leather) and he had all of my

favorite music in the car. There was a gold envelope with my name on it in the back seat. Still

surprised and excited, I ripped open the envelope and inside I found the title to the car with my name

on it, a birthday card with written words "Enjoy your night" AND $5,000. The last thing was a tape

attached to a note that said "sorry I had to do this, but know that I will always love you, take care of your

mom for me." - Daddy.

My heart stopped and immediately I felt my face get wet with tears. I jumped out of the car and turned to

look at my mom who had a pained expression on her face. She knew something that I didn't, but the

question is, what did she know?