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Karrizma Myella Jones-Steal *3 years later*
Houston, TX. 9:30 AM Location- Home.
Now Playing: Dreams and Nightmares Meek Mill
I can't even lie, if procrastination was a sport, i'd be an Olympic gold medalist. It's really a talent in my books. I was supposed to be at our office two hours ago, but instead i've been staring at the ceiling, laying in my bed.
Tay hasen't even woken up yet, which is a huge surprise because she's usually up bright and early, bugging me.
"Karrizma Myella Jones-Steal! You better not be in that bed still!" I hear Tay's raspy voice yell from wherever in this house.
I smirk a little bit, it's crazy how i just jinxed the hell out of that.
Not even 30 seconds later, i see a short figure appear in my doorway, Tay. "I know you lying, get yo gigantic butt up!" she says walking over to my window, opening the curtains.
I groan as the bright lights fills up my room. "Taylor- Nuh uh! 'Taylor' nothing, you know we was supposed to be up and at the office two whole hours ago, Karrizma! You're lucky i slept in because you know i would've been on your head! Now get up!" She says before waling out of my room.
I roll my eyes, before finally getting up. I slip my feet into my red marni slippers, and i grab my red versace robe, putting it on.
I stretch before walking into my bathroom. I smile at the sight of it, it was clean. I gotta thank Marria.
I connect my phone to my built-in speakers before doing what i gotta do.
*35 MINUTES LATER*
I walk down the black and gold marble grand stairs, greeted by the smell of food being cooked. "Ms. Cherryl? What you cooking girl?" I say walking to the kitchen. I see our personal chef, Cherryl on the stove.
She had on her apron, with some house slippers. Don't ask me, I just pay her. "Hey, Karrizma baby. I'm just making you and Taylor some breakfast before yall head to the office. Y'all know y'all off to a late start though, right?" She says pointing to the clock on the wall.
"Yeah I know, Ms. Cherryl. Blame Tay though." I say, grabbing a piece of sausage from the tray she was laying the food on.
"Uh no, Tay ain't taking the blame on nothing." Tay says as she walks into the kitchen, fixing her collar.
She was wearing her usual all black suit, i decided to match with her today, i guess.
I take a wiff of her scent, "Uh, Taylor. I know you not wearing my stuff," I say referring to the cologne.
"Sholl is, you know it's my brand too, right?"
She was talking about our fragrance brand. Essence.
