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Thrashing the streets since the age of sixteen, "Ghost" has mold into a global figure. From selling nickel bags to becoming the most notorious, youngest druglord straight out of Harlem .. well ex-druglord ..
When "ghost" is released...
I looked around her office, staring at the trophies and awards. She had to have atleast four or seven kids.
"Mena?"
"Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Hmph." She chuckled. "I guess you didn't catch my last segment."
"Which was what?" I sat up straight.
"How's the Job search?"
I sucked my teeth.
"I take that as a 'not so good'."
"You know, nobody tryna hire anyone in this fucked up economy especially an ex-convict.
"It doesn't hurt to try Erica .." She pleads.
Alana Woodmore.
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She was my new PO but we had met way before I got locked up. Her father was one of my best customers when I was dealing.
Now, she's a pain in an ass ..
Too damn clingy.
"I ain't got time for that." I'd shrugged.
"I know babe .." She walked over to me and sat on my lap. "but the jury needs to see some type of improvement or it'll get worst. They even threaten to throw you back in the slammer."
"I guess .." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Mm, loose the attitude." She kiss my cheek and stood up. I smacked her ass, watching it jiggle.
"loose the clothes .." I said and winked.
"Flattered but I'll pass." She sat back down.
"Aw come on, you know we always have a good time in this small room." I put my hands behind my head, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, good times that always make me miss my meetings." She says. "Maybe another time Lunch is ju-
"Nah, I'll pass." I stood up. "Plus, I gotta get back with ma boyz and don't need your little boyfriend acting a fool .. like last time."
