**Charles P.O.V**
I decide to check my phone before I step foot in Mr. Bowman's office. Another text from Emily appears on the screen.
I miss you babe :(
I delete the message from my phone and turn it off. What happened between us was a mistake and I told her that. She been texting me non stop on Facebook, Kik........
I run my hand through my hair and sigh.
Shit happens for a reason. I was drunk and she happened to be there when I was.
Karen wasn't.
If she was there I wouldn't have done that and since she wasn't, it happened. This is all her fault. Ever since she came down here she been focused more on her grades and law and this program that she barely pays any attention to me.
If she would really have looked at Me in my eyes like she did before college, she could read me and tell ME what's wrong with me.
She don't need to be in this fucking program. I don't even know why she joined. When I bought it up to her it was to tell her what I'm into. Not for her to follow after and join. I'm in this because gambling and negotiating is what I do.
Karen? She don't know anything about this stuff. The only thing she knows how to do is put words on paper.
I know how to put words to action.
My hand reaches for the door knob and I walk into the room. Brandon is already here along with Austin (of course) and.......
Me and Xavier stare each other down. I'm getting real sick and tired of his ass. Who the hell told him he belonged here?
"Bout time you showed up," Brandon says breaking my trance. "What took you so long?"
I walk further into the room, closing the door behind me. "Traffic."
Austin grabs a piece of paper from the desk and hands it to me. I stare at the paper in my hand. Everyone is silent while I read the paper.
"He changed the date," I state looking at everyone in the room. "Why?"
"Because Brandon thinks he run Shit and convinced him to," Xavier answers. "Is there anything else you wanna change?"
Brandon narrows his eyes at him. "I got a plan."
"We got a plan," Austin corrects. "Bowman agrees with us only if all of us can agree on it."
"Where the hell is he?" I ask waving my hands in the air. "Its typical for him not to be at a meeting about him."
Brandon stands from his seat when a knock sounds at the door. The door opens and the receptionist lady pokes her head inside.
"You guys have thirty minutes before Mr. Bowman needs his office back."
Brandon nods his head. "Thank-"
"You tell Mr. Bowman that I said we'll be done when we're done," I order. "He should be here in the first place."
"He's in-" She starts and I cut her off.
"I don't give a fuck where he is. Just tell him what I said and dont leave nothing out."
She stands there for a second before nodding and closing the door.
No one speaks until the sound of her heels fade down the hall and Brandon takes the paper from my hand.
"This," he says waving the paper in the air, "Is just the beginning of it. If we can get this program up and running, this program can actually turn into something. Trust me."
Austin takes a seat behind the desk. "I emailed everyone last night so you can know more about what we're planning on doing."
"I know," Xavier said. "But it still didn't answer the part about the new comers that's coming in."
"There's no new comers," I state looking all of them in the eye. "If we're going to do this we don't need fresh meat coming in and screwing Shit up."
"Mr. Bowman met with them and said the ones that we need to take a look at." Austin leans back in the chair. "Just having us four wouldn't be enough."
He's starting to piss me off. "Then tell me Austin, who the hell do you want in this Shit, huh? Cuz the last time I check, it was only us four that started this program."
Austin stands with the same amount of anger. "And you actually think it's gonna take just four people to start a business?"
They all look at me and I stare at him. If we're starting a business, it should only be us four. More people means more money being given to more people as payment. Paying people is more Money out of our pockets. And I don't roll like that.
I take in a breath to calm myself before my hands connect with something or someone. "Who do you have in mind then?"
We all look at Austin while he search through files on the desk. Brandon looks at me with a smirk and I scoff.
Finally, he pulls out a paper from the file and slams it on the desk.
"Karen Smith."
