Power (Sequal to MissUnderstood)

Chapter 1

*4 years later*

Kayla's P.O.V

I opened the door to my black Cadillac Escalade stepping one foot out as my heel touched the ground.... I stepped out all the way and looked both ways closing the door... I walked with my pocket book on my arm walking in the building

Me: *taking off my shades* Leslie where's the papers

I said as I made my way to the elevator , nd poor little Leslie struggled to catch up to me

Leslie: right here...... Ms.presscot

I pressed the bottom and faced here

Leslie: I don't understand, why do I have to do your work I'm not Fiona's assistant you are

Me:*rolls my eyes* I need you to simply need to shut your fucking thin ass lips............. Go ahead, tell Fiona...... What is she gonna do.....fire me?

Leslie: .............

Me: exactly

I got in the elevator

Me: have those on her desk...in 2

The doors closed and I shook my head....sometimes I wonder how the hell she got this job, even if she's the fucking desk clerk..... I got out the elevator and went to my office and put my pocketbook down and took off my trench coat and walked to Fiona's office chewing on my gum

Fiona: darling i am sorry i called you in late

Me: it's whatever

Fiona: thanx for faxing the papers over to me

Me:*sighs* Fiona get to the point

Fiona: well we're gonna interview the sexy new artist in a couple days

Me: you couldn't tell me this over the phone

Fiona: no darling

Me:*rolls my eyes* nd who is this sexy artist we're talking about

I said as I leaned on the door

Fiona: August alsina

I stopped chewing and looked at her with my eye brows arched

Me: I'm not doing it

Fiona : do you know how many girls would die to get an interview with him

Me: I don't care..... I'm not doing it....I rather quit

I said walking towards the door, I stopped and stuck my gum on her glass door

Me: I have absolutely nothing to say to him..... Nd id be damned if you think I'm gonna sit here and talk to him

I started walking away

Fiona: I don't know who you think you are but you don't run this place, I do

Turned around and looked at her from a distance

Me: your right I don't run this place but you can't let me go....because if you do then you would have no place to run....... I bring money to this company not you, people come in here to talk to me...*shaking my head* not you

I grabbed my jacket nd purse, I stuck up my middle finger and got on the elevator...... When I got in my ride I let out a sigh and laid my head back, oh yeah hey know what your thinking, what the hell happened.........well, a whole lot

August P.O.V

I was just gettin off stage after my show in North Carolina......Jackson my body guard, tossed me a towel as I wiped off my sweat....I went in my dressin room

Me: give me 5

I turned the light off and at on the chair, thinkin bout all da shit dat gas happened to me in da last 4 years......after a while of thinkin I turned da light on nd bri came in

Brianna: hey baby

Me: wassup babe

I turned around kissin ha nd pulled Me off

Brianna: you sweating to much

Me:*smile* ight

I smacked ha ass nd we got ready to leave....so much shit done happen to me in da past 4 years, after I got to New Orleans a nigga had to make it on his own, nd afta a few twist nd turned I made it to da top...,I explained everything to my momma, nd she understood, shit I was able to explain to everybody what I was thinking about da only one I haven't talked to in a while was ms.presscot....... I heard she made it big a little ha self, workin fo Fiona shaw, at first I tried to talk to her but every time I tried I'd say fuck it nd just fo get bout it......I still think bout dat girl, two years ago I got ha name tattooed on me.....fa first time I actually went to visit her in Michigan university nd when I made it pass nd knocked on ha dorm room ha roommate said she fell asleep nd she was knocked out on da computer desk so I ended up pickin ha up nd putting her in the bed... Den I left......... At dat time she done died ha hair red nd looked different things had changed by den, all I wanna know is where my babey at......but like people say da past is exactly what it is and Kayla Is my past...

I got in da car wif bri as fans came rushing to say hi and stuff

Brianna: baby can I ask you something

Me; what is it

Brianna: I was home today and I found a box in the back of your closet(GCO)

Me: why were you even back there

Brianna: because I was looking for something, any way I saw a box nd when I opened it, it was pictures of you and this girl and questions ran through my mind and that's when I questioned myself about that name you have tattooed on your arm

Me: stay outta my shit

Brianna: why that's my house too I have the right to look

Me: do you pay bills in dat bitch?

Brianna: aug stop yelling at me

Me: just answer da fuckin question

Brianna: n-n-no I don't pay anything

Me: exactly so stop going through my shit before you end up where I found you.......