[De] Attachment (A PartyNextDoor Story)

.62

~~ Nakita T. Ncube ~~
Tuesday February 9th 2016
Toronto, Canada.

I sit down in Steve's office. I'm pissed and I'm just trying to make sense of the situation.

"Why would we let them drop the album when it's not even finished? You know they're planning on releasing singles?"

"I know why you're mad. Shit I'm mad too. But this one was out of my control. It was all Warner"

"Why didn't you let me speak to Drake? This is his company and he's my friend as well. It makes me look unprepared and like I don't keep my artists in line"

"This is my department too Nakita"

"But Steve. You know I do a lot of work here. I have to do a lot of work here because they want to work with me."

"Kita the album dropped 4 days ago. There's nothing we can do now."

"They didn't want that album dropped and I failed them by it being dropped" I say with a sigh.

"I get it. I will speak with Drake and have it not happen again"

"Thank you" I say before standing up. I walk out of the room, to my own. Majid Jordan's album was basically released without their permission. But it was more like they were forced into it. But what can you do?

"Hey" Jahron says appearing at my door.

"What?" I say glaring up at him.

"You still mad?" He knows I'm still mad.

"Yes and I don't wanna fight with you either"

"We gotta talk about it"

"Not whilst I'm at work."

"You wanna talk about work? Okay. Work is number 6 on the charts"

"I know. It's my job to know that"

"I know"

"Stop questioning my skills"

"I wasn't-"

"Just go."

"N-"

"Drop him off after work" I say. He turns and leaves. It's funny how last night we actually had make up sex. But I don't think we'd actually made up; it was just angry sex. Angry sex is great like its amazing. But I'm still mad and I don't know what I'm mad at.

**

Just as I sit down on my couch, there's a knock at the door. I stand up once again and I walk over to the door, opening it. Neely barks excitedly as he greets me. I go to shut the door but he puts his hand in the way. I can't be asked to fight him so I just walk into my living room.

"Nakita I don't know what you're mad at to be honest with you"

"Okay when you figure it out can you tell me too?" I say honestly.

"Wait so you mad for no reason?" I shrug my shoulders.

"You're mad at me for no fucking reason and you got me stressed out as fuck"

"There's nothing to be stressed about" I say still speaking in a monotone tone.

"Nah Nakita I don't think you get it. I care about you so damn much and-"

"There's the problem right there"

"That I care about you?"

"Yes that's the problem. You care about me, you look after me. You do everything for me and I don't know what to do back."