Surrounding Bordeaux.

Inbox Memories and Invitations. |9

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Inbox Memories and Invitations. |9

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Flipping through the pages of the New Employee Handbook, I smiled to myself. After weeks of looking, I finally landed a job at Monroe's. A canvas boutique that was specially made for artist who expressed their feelings on canvas's. It was one of the new shops that would be opening in the Camdon Shopping Center. Reading the rules and regulations, I took a sip of my water as my eyes scrolled the pages of the book.

Sitting on the patio of our apartment, the evenings warm wind blew light against my skin. Braidyn sat on the ground digging in a tub of ice cream. "When do you start?" She asked, mouth full of the cold sin.

"Tomorrow," My eyes didn't leave from the page. "for training." Braidyn nodded as she scooped another spoonful of ice cream out of the tub. She smacked on it as if trying to enjoy every inch. Her phone vibrated in her lap as she used her pinky and pecked at the screen. Pushing up from the ground with her hand, she set the ice cream on the bistro table, and made her way inside the apartment.

Returning, just a few seconds later, Lo followed right behind her. She sat in the bistro chair as Braidyn resumed her spot on the ground; digging back into her ice cream. "What has the day been like for ya'll? Lo said while looking at her nail.

"Chillen mostly," Braidyn said as she scooped the ice cream around in the tub. "boss lady over there finally got a job." Lo looked at me as I held my middle finger up to Braidyn, while still reading.

"Where at?" Finally breaking my connection with the handbook, I looked up at Lo. A smile eased across my face. "Monroes?" She said in her raspy voice. I shook my head as my smile grew in size. "Fuck you man." She said playfully.

"Why you say that?" I said laughing lightly. "You have your own business. Which means you are guaranteed a job. Monroe could cut me loose any minute if they feel im not meeting their expectations." She thought for a minute and nodded. Looking back down at the page, my phone sounded from the table that rested in-between me and Lo.

I tapped the screen as a new message alerted me. I stared at the numbers that named who the message was from. Not recognizing it, I opened it anyway. "Lo?" I said with curiousity in my voice. She looked up at me. "What is Bordeaux's area code?"

She thought for a minute. "Five, Six, Zero. Why?"

"Just curious." I said as I looked at my phone. Staring at the message, I realized I wasn't really reading it. Scrolling my eyes back up to the beginning, I re-read it again:

560-555-7149 message:

Feel like taking another risk?

I scrunched my eyebrows as I read the message over and over again. Slowly smiling to myself, I began to quickly peck the screen with my thumbs:

Your message:

Depends on the risk.

Sending the message, I stared at the screen as seconds passed by. My phone lit up and I quickly opened the text:

560-555-7149 message:

Open the door.

I stared at the screen as I re-read the message. Glancing at Lo and Kurbi, they were mixed in conversation. I bit my lip as I looked back down at the screen, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Turning to look back into the apartment, my eyes rested on the dark foryer. Sighing softly, I placed the handbook on the table and retrieved inside. The a/c greeted me nicely as I slowly made my way to the foryer.