Chapter Eleven

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Gianna H

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Gianna H.

"Let's go over this checklist.." I said clicking the speaker option on my phone.

It was 3:40am and I was still on the phone with my assistant ironing details for this trip later.

Everyone was leaving except Brayden. He has a NBA camp to go to and that is more important at the moment.

"Okay I got it" Sam came back on the phone, "all the necessary paperwork is sent to the other production company we partnered with"

"Great. Is there anything else we need to handle down here?" I said leaving my home office and walking up the stairs.

"No everything is set for later today"

"Okay. Thanks Sam see you in a couple hours" I slowly sat down on my bed.

"Yes ma'am get some rest" She said and then hung up.

I placed my phone on my nightstand and laid my head on the pillow.

Before I knew it I was fast asleep.

7:00am

"I ain't get no sleep cus of ya'll. Ya'll ain't gettin no sleep cus of me!!" Kyro walked around screaming banging two pots together.

"Kyrinnn!!!" Ke screamed, "Sitcho Bad Girls Club ass down somewhere damn!"

I heard a door slam.

Then my door opened, "Oh she mad" he said peeping into my room.

I had no choice but to laugh.

"She's pregnant Ky don't be surprised when she hits you upside the head with them pots" I got up sliding on my slides.

He smacked his teeth and walked out.

I headed towards the bathroom to wake myself up.

I was running on less than 4 hrs of sleep so hopefully nobody gets on my bad side.

Once being done in the bathroom I proceeded to look thru some comfortable workout gear and sneakers.

I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys then headed downstairs with the rest of them.

"Finally damn" Herb raised his hands up.

I rolled my eyes coming down the stairs.

"Everyone ready?" I asked sitting my purse on top of my luggage.

Everyone nodded.

"The car been outside sis" project came in grabbing some luggage.

"Okay where's Brayden?" I said walking towards the backyard.

Sometimes he would be outside on the court working on his shots.

I slide the door open and just as I thought he was there, shooting.

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