Naomi is just trying to make her way in life for her and her daughter. ❤️ yes , this is mostly about Naomi BUT I will have other people POV in here as well. 😁🤝
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"Mr. Sangolia, I have a daughter please don't do this" I begged walking beside my boss trying to Keep up with his pace. I stepped in front of him almost making him run over me. He stumbled but caught his balance. He rubbed his hands down his face and sighed.
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He finally looked at me.
"Naomi I understand that, I really do. But you were late numerous times this week! Now , I can't let you stay and not everyone else that I must mention ,I've fired in the past for this same reason. I'm sorry but , please have your things packed and out of the office by tomorrow 10 a.m sharp" he said and with that he walked around me and got into his limo , leaving me dumbfounded. I sighed and turned around walking towards the building.
"Hey nomi, What he say?" I heard his son, Brian ask. His son has been obsessed with me since I started. I mean he isn't bad looking but he isn't my type.
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"Oh um Brian is it?" I asked already knowing that's his name. He nodded smiling.
"My name is Naomi, not nomi" and with that I turned around and continued to my now old office. I was pissed and the last thing I want to do is flirt with the man who just fired me, son.
As I was walking down everyone was staring at me and whispering. I rolled my eyes and hurriedly opened the door and closed it. I slid down the wall and began to cry. Things was going good for me and my daughter. I got away from my abusive ex/ baby dad, moved into a 2 bedroom condo with all utilities included for just $1000, PLUS a brand new BMW. I wiped my face clean of my tears and began to think of the positives. The only positive things that came to mind was that we still had two months in rent and Taliah was set for daycare until next year. I huffed and got myself up and together. I began to grab my laptop , the charger, cell phone charger , headphones, work folder and my chanel Purse. I'll send for the rest of my stuff tomorrow I thought to myself. I opened my door and was face to face with my daughters daycare teacher. I looked down at my daughter and seen a dried tear stain on her cheeks.
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