The Beginning Of The Hustle
It was my first day on the job, and I was nervous as shit. Although I wasn't sure if I would actually have the gust to go through with the date , I'd prepared very carefully for this day.
I chose to wear my hair long and straight in order to accent the creep neckline of my black Versace dress.
The dress was cute , yet classy , and my matching black sandals would add just the touch needed to emphasize my long , sexy legs. Of course,you know I had to splash on just enough Hypnotic Poison , my signature fragrance to tickle the nose of those who passed by. I wasn't
quite sure if I would have to drive, but in the case that I would , I got my car detailed and pulled
out my wide selection of CDs instead of the typical reggae selection that usually blasts
from the Alpine system . I was planning to make a impression --- a big impression.
As I entered the lobby , I straightened my dress and adjusted my cleavage .
I took a deep breath to cam my nerves as I pressed the number eight on the elevator panel .
*I can't do this . I just can't , I thought aa I contemplated turning around and returning home.*
There was no other option ; either go on the date or be evicted.
The more that realization set in , the more I hated my dad for cutting me off.
I stepped off the elevator and walked into the very busy law office of Shaw , Glenn and Goldstein with my head high and breasts out.
These were the best defense attorneys in town. They were notorious for defending all the big time drug dealers.
"Hello, my name is Ceazia Devereaux . I have a two o'clock appointment with Mr. Glenn " , I
said with a smile as I approached the receptionist's desk.
She advised me it would a few moments , so I took a seat and glanced through the latest issue
of Vogue.
