Man Of The Year: Secrets & Lies

Chapter Seventeen: Protection

Three weeks later.

A black Range Rover pulled to the curb as Aja walked out of the office with a few interns, she shielded her eyes from flashing cameras while numerous questions were being thrown at her. Some questioned her decision to abort and others wanted updates on Ms. Joanne's health. She answered neither.

He didn't trust Mr. Louis around Ms. Joanne since she was still wheelchair bound for at least another two weeks or so. Aja had entirely too much on her plate especially since Kyrie had flown early to Rio for the Olympics.

She didn't have enough energy to fight with him about not informing her because money still had to be made and bills weren't stopping anytime soon. Though they both missed each other like crazy, it was clear the grind didn't stop. Her phone rang as soon the car door opened.

"Hello, Aja Irving speaking, how can I help you?" Aja answered without checking the caller ID.

"Bitch, you are not in the damn office no more you can drop that cooperate shit."Monica hollered into the phone. "Anyway, I was calling to tell your ass cause I know them tracks loose and need to be brought back to life."

"Monica my hair is fine and I don't have time right now, I'm on my way to lunch with a few colleagues."

"So, if I call Kyrie right now and ask how loose them tracks are what is he gonna say?" Monica ignored her response.

"Fine! Can" Aja informed.

"I got chu, momma bear. Oh, get a real one some food, please and thank you." Monica ended the call.

She better be lucky I claim her as a friend. Aja thought while dialing the restaurant's number.

After a quick lunch with interns, Aja headed over to Monica's shop with several boxes of food for her friend and staff. A young lady opened the door for her and helped out with a few boxes. Monica blasted, Migos- Bad and Boujee throughout the shop as she cursed someone out in the back room.

"Thanks. You ladies can help yourselves to some food, just leave a plate for Monica." They thanked Aja as Monica's voice got higher.

"So, Casper, been in this bitch misplacing flat irons and Malaysian hair, okay bitch try again before you get smacked!" Monica shouted.

"You can't prove that when it's people always coming in and out of here." The young woman snapped back.

"Oh really. Then what's this on the camera? Pack all your shit up, you stupid ass is done bitch!"

The young woman stomped to the front of the store, quickly packing her things up as other stylist spoke amongst themselves. She took one last look at the store before walking out.

I keep telling her to do background checks on the people she hires, not everyone is cool because you've shared a couple of blunts with them. Aja sighed.

"Dumb ass bitches can't even blend they make up in right always got some shit to say." Monica huffed walking to the front. "Let me find out anyone of y'all asses is stealing my client's hair or equipment, I won't hesitate to drag your ass to the front door." Monica snatched her food from the now empty box and went over to greet Aja.

"Hey, baby momma, thank you for the food." She kissed Aja's cheek and placed her food down at her station.

"Hey, Monica, it was really no problem, how are you?"

"I'm good, you know I'm just trying to get this money and move the hell out of the hood. It's like I moved here to experience something outside of NY and I still can't escape the bullshit." Monica removed the sew-in quickly discarding the hair.