This is a sneak peek from my novel, Becoming the First Lady With My First Love, released May 2023.
“Ummm… maybe I should wait outside ‘cause I ain’t come here to listen to y’all squabble. I could’ve stayed at home and went back and forth with my own nigga if I knew this what I was coming over here for,” came a woman’s voice in the hallway.
“Then the bitch don’t know her muhfucking place!” Promise added while throwing her hands up in the air. “Bring your ass in here!” she shouted.
“Who the fuck she think she talking to?” the voice questioned Zaire. Zaire stepped into the hallway and advised the woman to close her mouth and do as she was told before stepping back into the room.
The woman entered the room with a scowl on her face and her arms folded over her chest, giving nothing but attitude and rolling her eyes in disrespect. Promise rose from her chair and scanned the woman from the top of her weave ponytail down to the toe of her Converses and back up again, mentally noting her bronze skin tone, thick hips, and high cheekbones.
“This what you brought me?” Promise questioned Zaire. “A muhfucka who clearly don’t give a fuck about first impressions or having a good working relationship with their boss?”
“I ain’t gotta have no good working relationship with nobody to be able to do my job,” KaZya sassed as she popped the gum she was smacking on.
“First of all, that’s strike one because not only are you wrong, but I wasn’t even talking to your muhfucking ass,” Promise stated with a voice of authority. “Learn how to speak when you’re spoken to. You do need to establish a good rapport with your boss because if I’m that boss, your muhfucking ass won’t have a fucking job at all if you rub me the wrong way, and, sweetie, right now, you coming like sandpaper. Now, I suggest you step back out the door and come back and try this shit again. I know you think you’re hard because these niggas done beat your ass just so you can claim a name and some colors, but believe me, I’m diamond to your plastic, sweetie. If you wanna play tough, I’ll show you how it’s done. Now, let’s go. Step on out and let’s start over.” Promise shooed her back into the hallway and ignored Zaire’s pleading gazes as he silently begged for mercy while she waited for KaZya to return.
“Hey, how you doing?” KaZya greeted her as she reentered the room.
“Now, see! That’s so much better! You keep that pleasant demeanor and pocket that little attitude until you get home, and we’ll be just fine.”