don't || snoopmaya

uno || not that typa girl

don't, don't play with her don't be dishonest.

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"Yes daddy, I'm fine, you don't have to call me every day."

I laughed at his response, and turned the steering wheel of my Mercedes-Benz Lex, "Daddy I gotta go, I can't focus on the road and you, damn near got in an accident."

I hung up, and sighed the realization slowly closing in. Today was the first day at SFTA Industries.

It was an all black company that produced the best celebrity news, it was honeslty an honor to be apart of it, especially since I've worked my whole life up to this point, and I was estatic.

I tried my best to dress "professional" aka, a short dress that didn't show too much, I felt a little uncomfortable though, I didn't really wear dresses on the daily.

I stopped abruptly at a light, and checked my nails to make sure they were in check. I had just got them done yesterday and I didn't want them ruined already.

Eventually, I pulled up to the gigantic building. I jumped out, grabbed a notebook and a pencil, and headed inside.

The first thing I saw was a bunch young men and women all appearing to be in there early - to mid twenties, great at least I'm not the youngest here.

The next thing I saw, was a bunch of glass. Everywhere. The walls were made out of glass, and you could see inside of the rooms where celebrities were being interviewed.

My eyes widened as I looked into one of the rooms, is that J - mother fucking - Cole in there?

It was mind boggling really, to see how many celebrities were in here, it honeslty gave me a heart attack.

As I was standing there like a fucking dumbass eyeing everything like a child I accidentally ran into someone. Great job.

"Sorry." The man mumbled, holding out his hand for me. I took it, and lifted myself up, all the while eyeing him suspiciously.

He looked familiar, very familiar, it's like I-

"Oh my God, are you Messiah Johnson?" I blurted out, blushing right after.

"Caught me..." He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm assuming you're Amaya Hawkins?" He asked, looking dead at me.

Wait...how this nigga no my name?

"It's on your name tag, and your phone case, I just assumed." He said quickly, seeing the look I was giving him.

I covered my mouth giggling and turned away. This nigga was not about to catch me giggling and blushing over him like I'm some little girl.

"Let me take you out, to make up for this?" He said, more than asked. I stood their suprised, Messiah Johnson, wanted to go out with me? I'm not really anybody, sure I had a little bit of fame in my teenage years but nothing compared to him.