Twisted Loyalties ~Book 2~

Too Easy -2-

What it do nephew??

Its Tayy this time yassssssss! So lemme just give a shout out to my baby, bae ,boo thang, my nigga for life Rockyyyyyy!!! 

Aren't y'all proud of her? She now writing like me! 

Talk bout steppin' yo game up on the real....

Lets get back to the part shall we?

September 12

Christiani Corps. Towers

Building A

6:06 a.m.

Myah

"Hi, welcome to Christiani Corps, Can I help you?" 

Pause. 

Hold Up. 

Did this well-dressed, well speaking, lady just say...

Christiani???

I guess she noticed my perplexed expression, "Ma'am are you ok? Would you like me to get you a glass of water?" she offered.

My self correction clicked in and I smiled politely," No I-I'm fine I just spaced out. I'm a little nervous, that's all." I giggled uncontrolably.

She knit her brow indicating she was lost, so I explained myself," I here for an interview with Tavern Valentino?" I continued pulling out a paper and giving it to her. 

"Oh, yes! You're Myah Simmons right? Right. You are his 6:15 appoinment by the way he has been anticipating your arrival. You see Mr. Valentino is a very optimistic man let alone an extreem eye catcher if you ask me. But, I don't want you to be late; go down this hall to the left is the elavtor, go to floor 3 and he should be standing around the cubicles chatting with co-workers at this time." She elaborating fairly quickly.

"Ugh-h thank you." I stuttered while collecting my paper and turning to leave.

"Good luck!" she hollered after me.

I was so zoned out the emphatic sound of my heels slapping against the perfectly correlated, ivory, marble floors became more and more distant. Christiani? I know I've heard this name before. I know it. But I'm trying to figure out why I'm trying to forget it. Was I meant to? Or is it that I have to?

I finaly paused when I came to the elevator; I slowly pressed the the orange glowing arrow and wait while the stainless steel doors creaked open. I jumped as someone whisked out of there and watched as they briskly walked down the hall brief case in hand cellphone to their ear.

"Get a grip, Myah" I mumbled to myself and I stepped into the goddy decorated box. I clicked my floor and the doors sealed tightly and I began to feel motion. The red velvet colored walls, gold embroidered lining that case a magnificent roman empire paiting seemed to calm me. There was a small plush bench that  had legs that matched the laminate on the floor so I took a seat to catch my breathe. This is it. My fresh start once again supplied by someone.

Is it too much to ask for a fresh start without depending on someone to set if up for you? Like. I just want to be able to get out of my own situations with no help. But I'm now figuring out how depressing, lonely and confused my life is without them. Since that night I haven't spoken to anyone; well Kendrick once but even he hasn't called to check up on me which is unsual. Hell, for all I know he could be watching me from a distance now that i think of it. 

He probably thinks I'm unstable. Carzy. Physco. Jealous. The list goes on and on. Funny thing is, if those were his perceptions of me he is right because I deal with those emotions every second of the day. Who knew something that traumatic would be still painful two years from then. Who knows, maybe I'll get over it someday.