“Do you not care about me, Sincere? My father said that if a man doesn’t care if you’re hurt, crying, or whatever, then he’s not the man for you. Every time I have an issue with something, you shut me down and disregard how I feel. How would you feel if I went to work with one of your competitors, and then acted as though the shit wasn’t a big deal?”
“Well, first of all, you should listen to your father because I agree with that. Secondly, intentionally working with someone you know I don’t fuck with is something completely different than not knowing beforehand. There was no way for me to know that you and that girl got beef with each other like that, so quit trying to make it seem as though I did some shit to you on purpose. Now, if that’s all you came to talk about, I’m tired, and you need to head home. It’s late.”
“Oh, so I can’t come in now,” she said, rolling her neck around.
Dropping my head as I shook it, I replied, “Logan, what part of I’m already tired don’t you get? You always want to talk about me, disregarding how you feel, but your selfish ass does the same thing. You already know I have a lot of shit going on, but do you give a fuck? Nah! You do whatever the fuck you want to do and say whatever the fuck you feel you need to get off your chest, regardless of what headspace I’m in. So again, I’m tired, and you need to go home,” I said, walking into my open garage. If she wanted to argue with somebody, she could argue with her damn self. I was sure she’d send me whatever else she felt the need to say in a text message later anyway.
“You’re really going to leave me out here?” She shouted at my back.
“I’m not leaving you anywhere. I told you to take your ass home,” I said, opening the door and disarming my alarm system.
“I can’t drive home this late,” she said, walking up toward the door.
Looking at my watch, I realized the time, and even though I didn’t want to deal with her ass tonight, I knew she had a point. Moving out of the way so that she could come in, I didn’t miss the smirk on her face. She was lucky I was a gentleman and didn’t call her ass an Uber. If I weren’t so fucking tired already and she didn’t live on the other side of the city, I’d follow her ass home. But, since I was too tired, she’d have to stay the night this time. However, I knew it would be her last, whether she wanted to accept that or not.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said, leaving her standing there.
I knew she thought she’d won, but she hadn’t. Her ass was going to shower, take her ass to sleep, and she was leaving when I left. And, if I were lucky, this would be the last night that I had to deal with any of her shit. However, thanks to her career, she was trained to be persistent and keep going until she got the outcome that she wanted. So, I had a feeling her ass was going to be a problem for a while until she got the picture. Or, until I was forced to make her get the picture.
“Nice to seethat you beat me here, Kenedi,” I said, walking into my office as she sat on the other side of my desk.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to be late on my first day.”
“You don’t want to be late ever.”
“Yes, you’re right. I uh got you a coffee. The lady at the front desk told me to stop and get you a cup,” she said, sliding one of the cups on the desk to my side.
“Thanks. But you don’t get coffee. We have people who will get us coffee,” I said, taking the cup and making a mental note to get on Beverly’s ass.
If anybody was supposed to be getting me coffee, it was her. While Kenedi would be working as my assistant, she wasn’t a traditional assistant. This was just my way to keep her ass close and ensure she didn’t get into any trouble. However, I honestly didn’t think I’d be having any problems with her. I was sure that she could already tell that I didn’t plan on playing any kind of games with her like that, so she was going to come in, work hard, and ensure we didn’t have any problems.
“Do you have a notepad and pen?” I asked a little nicer than I normally would.
I really needed to work on being a little bit softer on her, at least for now. I didn’t want to scare her off because just as much as she needed this job, I also needed her. I wasn’t lying when I told Logan she was a beast. I had no doubt that once everyone brushed what she did under the rug and they saw what kind of talent she had for them to claim, they’d be knocking at her door, and I wanted to ensure that I was able to permanently snatch her up before anyone else was able to, professionally, of course.
“Yes, I have one,” she said, smiling as she held it up.
“Cool, grab your coffee and let’s head to the conference room,” I said, grabbing my cup and waiting for her to lead the way out of the office.
“So, I see you managed to finally find a job,” Logan said as we stepped into the lobby area.
As I bit the inside of my lip, I did my best to control my anger. Logan didn’t just pop up at my office because one, I didn’t allow that pop-up shit, and two, her ass had a job that she needed todo. Being a publicist wasn’t an easy job, and it always required them to be doing something. I should’ve known that she would bring her ass up here, though. The moment that I told her about hiring Kenedi, I was sure the wheels in her head started turning, and she started working on a plan to piss me the fuck off.
“Seems that way, huh? Do you work here, too?” Kenedi asked, clearly biting the inside of her lip, too.
I wouldn’t have even been mad if she knocked Logan’s ass out because, at this point, her ass surely deserved that shit. But I didn’t want to let Logan fuck up her first day, so I stepped in the middle of the two and tried to defuse the situation.
“No, I don’t. I actually have your old job now. However, I would love to work here. It’s something my boyfriend and I are working on,” Logan said, stepping next to me and wrapping her hands around my arm.
“Oh, you two are together? I would’ve never guessed. Sincere, would you like me to find my way to the conference room while you talk to your girlfriend, or should I wait over there for you two to finish?” Kenedi asked, turning to me as Logan’s face grew red. I knew Logan was pissed that she wasn’t feeding into her bullshit.
“Yeah, just give me a second. The conference room is down the hall and to the left, you can’t miss it,” I said, pointing in the direction she needed to go.
“Okay, thank you.”
Once she was down the hall, I pushed Logan’s ass toward the elevators and pushed the button for her. She stood there tapping her feet, but if she knew like I did, she would get the fuck on and leave me the fuck alone.
I had only had to spazz out in my office twice, and I wanted to keep it at that. And both of those times were on male artists who thought they were going to treat the women they brought up here to the studio any kind of way. I wasn’t above meeting awoman at her level if she acted as though she didn’t have all her fucking marbles, much like Logan was doing, but I didn’t play that putting your hands on them shit.