NO LIMITS

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James' POV

"Dre" I yelled over the loud music that blasted throughout the club. He walked over and stood next to me, "what's up boss" he asked while looking at the sea of people dancing. "Who told you to send Melissa home? It's busy as fuck in here and we need all the help" I yelled. He looked at me not knowing what to say and stumbling over his words. "My office. NOW" I growled at him. We walked over to my office and I shut the door behind me. "Listen, I hired you because I saw something in you. You're not that same nigga off the corner. I gave you the position as manager because I thought you could handle it. If you want to work with me, SHOW IT. Don't be fucking with my money" I said and walked behind my desk. "Look, I'm sorry. I just thought she was distracted-" he started to say. "Don't dismiss Melissa like that again. I'll handle Melissa. Got it" I said with a look of intensity behind my eyes.

He slowly nodded. "Speak up nigga" I said. He sighed and slightly rolled his eyes. "I got it" he said. "Good, now get the fuck out and go do what I pay you for" I said while standing up and fixing my suit jacket. He turned around and walked out the door.

I took out my phone and texted Mel then slid my phone back into my pocket.

Melissa's POV

As soon as I reached my apartment, I angrily ripped my clothes off and headed straight for the bathroom. I was pissed. How could he just send me home because I was on my damn phone? I swear I can't stand that man sometimes. He swears he's James or something. Calming myself down, I stepped into my hot shower and let the water roll down my body. Grabbing my loofah, I gently scrubbed my body while softly singing one of my favorite songs. Minutes later, I turned the water off and grabbed my robe then wrapped my wet hair in a towel. As I walked back into my room, I heard my phone buzz.