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"unreleased evidence"
My palm kept my head rested as I listened to the Nike representatives wrap up the meeting about the Equality campaign we were launching soon. In all honesty, I was tired of hearing about sales projections and numbers; I wanted to get home to my baby and have a nice home-cooked meal by my mama.
Another dreadful thirty minutes passed before the meeting commenced as I quickly shook everyone's hand and ushered them out of the conference room. This past week had me thinkin' about taking my mother up on the break she said I needed. A two week trip to the beach house in Miami with food and a couple blunts sounded perfect right about now.
The elevator ride and walk to my car were uneventful as I put Kendrick's To Pimp A Butterfly on shuffle. I was one of those albums I never got tired of.
I was humming along with You Ain't Gotta Lie when an incoming call from my ma appeared on the screen. I hit the answer button, sighing as I entered stop and go LA traffic. "Hey, mama,"
"Hey, pumpkin, how was your day? Are you on your way to meet Cydni?"
"Ma, I'm a grown man and you still callin' me 'pumpkin'," I groaned, "And yes. I gotta get through traffic first,"
"I don't care. You're still my baby boy," she laughed, "And I know it irritates you. I already started your favorite so it should be ready by the time you get here,"
"We don't got that many places to look at so it shouldn't be long,"
"Okay, drive safe. Be nice and not an asshole," she laughed.
I rolled my eyes, "You raised me better than that. And I will. See you soon, love you," I spoke.
"Love you too," she responded, ending the call.
Twenty minutes later I pulled into a parking space next to Cydni's car. I turned my music down enough to hear the Kendrick Lamar blasting from her car too; the DAMN. album. Her eyebrows scrunched when she saw me get out the car, causing me to roll my eyes. I don't have the time today.
She crossed her arms as she walked beside me to the door, huffing when I opened the door for her to enter first.
I may be an asshole but I'll always be a gentleman.
It was quiet as we went our separate ways— she took longer than me. There was really nothing for me to see since it was gonna be her business, not mine. I stood with my hands in my pockets, looking out the window before she came and stood in front of me.
"I don't like it," she bluntly stated, picking with her nails.
"Why not?" I grumbled, running a hand down my face. I was starving and her ass was being difficult, per usual. I looked down at her in time to see her roll her eyes at me, smacking her lips, "Because I don't. So take me to the next place,"
