ZAVEAH:
Exactly! My thing is, why didn’t you just keep it real? Now, the doctor is talking about I got BV. I told her ass I’m about to go catch a charge right quick, but to send some stupid ass gel I have to shoot in my pussy for a week to the pharmacy.
RAELYNN:
I think you should just move on, Zaveah. It could’ve been much worse. Clearly, his ass ain’t to be trusted.
ZAVEAH:
Oh, I’m going to move on. Right after I connect a fucking bat with his head. I’m about to pull a Kenedi, only this time, I won’t fucking miss.
RAELYNN:
Zaveah, you’re a fucking news anchor! How are you going to get a domestic violence charge? That will ruin your career, sis!
ZAVEAH:
It’s only a charge if you get caught, my love. So, what’s up, y’all riding or what? I know exactly where his ass is.
As I got caught up on what was going on, I couldn’t help but laugh. Zaveah was a certified crashout, and I knew that if she said she was about to take a bat to that niggas head, she meant exactly that. As her friend, I felt obligated to tag along and do my best to calm her down. I knew her bat was getting swung regardless, but maybe it didn’t have to be at his head, and we could all get away without the cops being called. Hell, the ambulance, too.
ME:
I’m pulling up on you now.
“Hey, Dani. Change of plans. I’m going to actually meet up with my girls before I head home. I’ll text you the address you can take me to.”
Nodding his head, he plugged the address into his maps app and pulled off. As we pulled up, I saw both Zaveah and Raelynn standing outside. I could see that Raelynn was attempting to calm Zaveah down, and she wasn’t trying to hear shit that she was saying. Hopefully, I could get through to her.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said, hopping out as she opened the door for me.
“No problem. Are you good, or do you need me to wait around for you?”
“No, I’m good. One of them will take me home.”
Walking over to them, I shook my head, seeing the bat in Zaveah’s hand. She was on ten, and I knew exactly how she felt. I didn’t understand why these niggas couldn’t just keep shit real instead of playing these fucking games like shit was going to be sweet.
“So, what’s the plan now, Zaveah?” I asked, leaning on the car next to her.
“I decided that I’m just going to go over there and talk to him. But you’re going to have to change first. Just in case shit goes left, we need to be able to move quickly, and you can’t do that with that outfit on. I have something you can put on,” she said, leading the way up to her house so that I could switch into something easier to get away in.
After changing, she tracked his location, and we pulled up on him. Unfortunately, my friend made a liar out of herself because the last thing she was trying to do when she pulled up on him was talk. Thankfully, only his brand-new Bentley was hurt. I honestly felt bad for the beautiful car because it didn’t deserve the damage she caused. Okay, maybe the damage that we did to it. I couldn’t just stand there and watch my friend tire herself out, so I had to step in and help. We beat the shit out of his car until she started to feel better.
Once we finished, I thought back to how I went after Ray’s ass. I wished I would’ve had enough self-control to do what she did, go after something he loved. I might’ve been in a much different situation than I found myself. They say that hindsight was twenty-twenty, and they were definitely right. The only thing that brought me peace was that I felt as though God truly had me right where he wanted me to be.
I didn’t end up getting home until a little after midnight. Once I was home, I showered, made myself something quick to eat, and finished watching Bridgerton. I didn’t think I wouldlike to show, but clips kept popping up on my TikTok feed, so I decided to give it a try. Even though, due to my work schedule, it was taking me a little longer to get through it than I would’ve liked, I was really enjoying it.
I had been workingat Hilltop Records for almost three months now, and things were just as crazy now as they were when I first started. Every day, there was a fire to put out, an email to answer, and it was really testing my PR skills. I wasn’t sure if all the artists were aware that they now had someone in the office to clean up their messes, but they were all doing everything at once. It was like trying to keep up with a bunch of preschoolers who wanted to run in different directions when you let them outside.
“Okay, girl. Don’t drink all the drink before you get to update me about work and shit now,” Zaveah said as I refilled my glass with the margarita pitcher we’d ordered.
She just didn’t know how much I needed a damn drink. I was working overtime, and sleep wasn’t something that I did much of these days. I knew my days would be long and hard working with Sincere, but damn, I thought I’d at least still be able to get a full 8 hours of sleep on most nights. I was lucky these days if I got half that. I wasn’t sure how the hell Sincere did it every night. He was there shortly after I was, every day, and I knew he wasn’t sleeping at home because I would wake up in the morning to emails from him that were sent in the middle of the night.
The only thing that was keeping me going was that I wouldn’t have to work such crazy hours once my trial period was over. When things were how I’d normally be working, as the head of the PR department, I would be able to work a normal workdayand only have to put in the extra hours when things were happening and fires needed to be put out.
The good thing about working with Sincere was that he wasn’t as hard to deal with as I originally thought he’d be. Yeah, he had his ways about him and was a bit of a perfectionist, but other than that, he wasn’t that bad. He was a bit demanding, but unlike some bosses, he was right there working in the trenches with you. He didn’t expect you to work hard and make him a bunch of money without him working hard right there next to you. And for that, he had my respect.
“My bad, girl. We can order another one because I’m for sure going to need it before the night is over,” I said, laughing as I grabbed her glass and refilled hers with what was left in the pitcher.