The One I Let Go

Reconciliation

It has been almost a week since they ran into each other at the club, and neither woman has seen each other since. Both their jobs took them in different directions so it makes sense the lack of communication. One of Robyn's larger shipments had been seized by the feds, and she was doing everything in her power to make sure fingers could not be pointed back at her. Nicki, on the other hand, had to go to a last minute photo shoot overseas in London. But that doesn't mean they could stop thinking about each other.

 Nicki was conflicted on whether or not she should forgive Robyn. The woman had left her to deal with their living circumstances if Robyn. truly left for unselfish reasons, why hadn't she contacted Nicki? Why hadn't she come back to visit? And if her intentions had indeed been selfish why won't she just admit it? Nicki has more than once attempted to put herself in Robyn's shoes, and she can understand Robyn's reasoning. But, they had made promises to each other, and once something better came along she completely forgot about all of them and left Nicki to fend for herself basically.

Robyn more than anything wants to be forgiven, all the success she's gained means nothing if she can't share it with the people she loves. If she could go back and do things differently she would. She definitely wouldn't leave the love of her life behind that's for sure. But, she did, and it's a choice she has to live with for now.

"I've been asking around, and word on the street is, someone tipped off the feds." Robyn rubs at her temples to soothe the ache suddenly forming there. The whole situation was so fucking stressful. One of the biggest shipments she had coming in had somehow gotten intercepted by the Feds. Which wasn't something that happened often, a fact Robyn prided herself on. She wasn't sloppy, she made sure to dot all of her I's and cross her T's and somehow she still got fucked.

"Who the fuck would do some ignorant shit like that!" Chris snaps, "Yo Rob we can't let this shit slide, we need to go out there and start scaring motherfuckers, they playing with your money." As fun as Chris's plan sounded, Robyn knew she had to keep a leveled head. She was responsible for every person in the room. She made sure they had something to take to their families every night, hell, she made sure they made it to their families every night. She couldn't afford to lose her head over this. 

"Just say the word boss and we'll get started right now." Robyn shakes her head, "No...We... That was a lot of fucking coke, $424 million, to be exact. Money that we could've taken home to our families. And I know that you're pissed, but we can't afford to be stupid about this. Just... give me a day to think about this shit and tomorrow bright and early, we'll come back and I'll have a plan, Okay?" Robyn surveys the faces around the room and sees a mixture of anger and confusion. However, they all trust Rob. she was a lot different from many of the bosses in the game, she wasn't just doing this for herself. She cared for the people who worked under her. It's the reason, she takes it so seriously when someone betrays her trust. Eventually, she gets reluctant nods from everyone, she nods at everyone and pushes away from the table and heads to her office shutting herself in.

Robyn sat at her desk sifting through the papers Jen had given her. There was nothing definitive in the sheets. It was a detailed report of the shipping and production process, there wasn't anything that could tell her where the mistake was made. To avoid this specific situation, she made sure that no one but the person moving the weight and her knew where it was getting dropped off and which route was being taken. There was only one thing that she could say for certain at this point. If she ever got her hands on whoever did this shit, they were going to beg her for death. That was a promise.

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She's not exactly sure how long she's been sitting in the same spot. Everyone else had already been given the ok to head home. She had even sent her personal guards home. She needed alone time to think about her next move, but she was getting nowhere. She starts packing up her stuff determined to work on the problem more, but in her warm bed.