"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat."
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Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as...
"on the land. Are you available to come and see the properties next weekend?" Miss. Rodriguez asked, keeping her head down as she made one last jotting in her notebook.
"All if me nav time me a make time," I thought to myself.
"Yeah, that works for me. Thank you for your help but umm whats the fee?" Without waiting on her response, i took my purse out of my bag to grab my card.
"Fee? I don't collect until the sale happens dear. Plus Mr. McNabb already told me to leave that up to him so you're just here to give me the information on what you're looking for."
"Oh Okay. So we're done here?" I asked her, putting my purse back into my bag then checked my phone to see if Kairon had texted me back.
No messages. No calls.
Only a another instagram direct message from Jayvion.
Ugh! A so dah man yah did pesting?
"Yeah that's about it." She said, standing up from her seat and closing the notebook.
I did the same and shook her hand, putting my bag on my shoulder as we made our way to the door.
Miss. Rodriguez and I walked side by side until we were close to the building exit.
I thanked her once again and waved goodbye to her and the security guard.
"Alright miss take care" He said pushing the door for me, with his phone discreet, recording himself.
I hope him nah chat me pon tiktok later enuh.
I walked towards my car and opened the the driver's door, plopping myself in the seat.
I took out my phone and called Kairon's cellular three times.
Voicemails.
What is this man doing!?
Not bothering to call again since he might be busy, I opened imessage and sent him a quick message.
Me: sooo🥰 the meeting went well. Colleen say we ago look at the plots next weekend but when me reach home me tell you the rest. Me a go uppa my apartment fi link mommy and give her the good news.
My mind then traced back to the countless messages Jayvion left on my phone, ever since he followed me on instagram yesterday .
Me: oh and wassup from your friend? He's such a weirdo‼️Dah man yah text me phone more than flow to baxide🥴
