Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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"Nuna's with Shannon," I asked Kia as I peeked through the transparent oven to check on the baked ziti. "Yes. I dropped her off to him this morning. You know that doesn't happen too often so as soon as he said he wanted to see her I hauled ass! I packed that damn baby bag so damn fast. I wasn't giving him one second to change his mind." I laughed because I can picture Kia doing everything she described. "I pulled up to his house so fast he said, 'well were you outside the entire time?'" We both burst out laughing.
"Is the jacket in your closet?" She asked. I turned to face her and leaned against the counter, "yes. Please don't make me have to hunt you down just to confiscate my shit. You know you don't like to give things back."
"Name one thing I've borrowed that I haven't given back?" I raised my eyebrows, "do you really want to go there?" She had the audacity to nod her head and get me started."You still have my Pandora bracelet," I began to count with my fingers, "my favorite pair of jeans from Zara, my Chanel sunglasses," it wasn't until I said she had my glasses that I realized I hadn't even realized she still had them. "Bring me my damn sunglasses back!" Kia used her hand to illustrate a blabbing mouth and rolled her eyes. "Keep on," I warned.
"You sound like your mother and it isn't cute," she walked off. I pushed myself off the counter and went into the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of wine and sat it on top of the countertop. My bedroom slippers slapped against the floor as I dragged my feet to the cabinet. I pulled out a wine glass and filled it with the chilled Pinot Grigio. I grabbed my phone off of the counter and brung my drink to my lips as I read over the text message that had just come in.
Donovan: we have the search warrant for the warehouse that Malawski's ex-wife owns. We're going in tonight. This is all because of you. Received 6:26 PM
I placed my wine glass down and began to respond to his text message.
Me: I wish I could be there to bring every last one of them down. Get justice for those mothers and their babies. Sent 6:27 PM
Donovan: I won't stop until I do. I'm off this upcoming Thursday. What do you think about checking out a movie? Received 6:28 PM
Me: I'd enjoy that. Do you have a particular movie in mind? Sent 6:29 PM
I laid my phone down on the counter and grabbed the oven mitts from out of the kitchen drawer. I opened the oven and bent down to pull the glass pan filled with baked ziti out. I placed the pan on top of the potholder and took the oven mitts off, tossing them on the counter.
