Savage Black was born and raised in Harlem, New York for half her life. After her father passes away from Parkinson's Disease, two months later her mother loses her job. Now at the age 21 struggling to make ends meet, Savage tries to make her dreams...
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"I can take whoever is next." Cleo says. I was in this dreadful place again, but what could I do. It will be a month before I start working in the studio and it sucks. Most of the work is hand written and the editors do their thing. Because I suggested studio work for my first project, they decided to build a studio at the headquarters. Too cheap to pay and use other studios. Then again they are putting a lot of money out to build the studio.
"Aye can I get some mafucking help over here!" Someone exclaims from afar. I see the tall bald gentleman, rolling my eyes as Clinton went to go help. His ass doesn't do shit anyway, always on his phone or try to mac on bitches.
"Savage. Put the book up and let's go. What are you doing?" My manager questions.
"I'm on break." I inform in a duh tone.
"You're break has been over for ten minutes. Get out of your fantasy world and come back to reality please." She sasses.
"I really don't need this shitty ass job." I mumble, rolling my eyes as she struts pass. I put the book under the register, ringing some customers up. I tried to hold my composure and not snap on a couple people. Some of them were being rude but I learned patience.
After a couple customers, business began slowing up. Every now and then a customer needed help, or checked out. It's just a long slow day as usual. Soon enough my shift was over after four more hours. I was ready to go home because I'm tired. For the last two weeks, I've been having that same nightmare with me and Avant. The dream is probably trying to tell me something, but I wake up every time I see Avant hovering over me. Maybe I should let the dream finish out, it might be trying to tell me something.
I make my way to the back, putting my name tag in my locker while grabbing my bag. As I leave out the back, I take my book from the cubby that sits under the register. It's a really good book that I didn't want to forget.
"Savage." Cleo calls. I ignore her, making my way back to the back to get my jacket. I forgot it knowing I shouldn't have.
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