this book already got 40 chapters 💀 making an sequel
Sheyaa
Another day another fucking dollar, is what I say to myself everytime I wake up in the morning. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to live for even though my life is peaceful as hell and I'm rich the money really don't complete me.
Last time I actually felt something is when i first made my first M, life was the shit back then but now? I don't know shit feel repetitive.
I yawned stretching before grabbing my tooth brush starting my daily routine. Thinking of something to eat because I knew me on a empty stomach is not nothing to be played with.
The professional in me just completely wipe out with no food.
After I was done with my routine I grabbed my coat and my slacks putting them on. Then I grabbed my phone and my car keys going downstairs.
A big ass 6 bedroom 6 bathroom for what? My ass either stay in the room, living room, or kitchen other than that I'm working.
I had friends all of them are just distant one supposed to be coming out here matter a fact.
I hopped in my car googling the nearest canes and pulled off
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I parked outside the job sighing, ima ceo if you ain't know these bitches be on my dick bad not even understanding I like niggas.
I put my work face on to get my day started and got out the car. I can hear the loudness already, that's the one thing I would change bout this dumbass job the loudness.
Be ready to tell everyone to shut the fuck up.
Again, unprofessional
I walked in and on que five people talking to me at the same time, I gotta eat I gotta eat.
"Slow down." I said once
They all kept going starting to make my head hurt
"Slow the fuck down!" My voice boomed making the whole building quiet
"Can we please keep it down today yall loud every damn day shit" I said as the five people around me nodded
Four of them left talking under they breath cause they know round here? You'll get fired in a quick minute
But one stayed I raised my eyebrow looking down at him as we went on the elevator
He just stood behind me the whole time quiet, I like quiet
"Where you going?" I said not looking at his face
"Wherever you are?" He replied more like a question
"Do you know-"
"Sheyaa your name is all over this building how stupid a nigga gotta be to work here?" He said with a lace of attitude
This time I did look back at him to see his face, he wasn't recognizable but he had some good ass skin and his hair was in these nice braids to the back
