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DENIQUE COOPER 23
Mi hungry... the belly a manage mi a ready. Him or her is a eater. By this pregnancy done with mi, mi weigh 1000 lb.
I can't get lunch though because I haven't been to work in a while and I have things to catch up on. On top of that I threw up 3 times this morning already.
I have Mr. Hendricks' flight to book then. I have to reschedule some meetings and send some emails.
"Mr. Hendricks?"
Yes, wahmm to yuh girl? I am being professional.
"Being professional would be not screwing your boss and getting pregnant but whatever. If you wanna be delulu, then go ahead."
I hate da gal ya in a mi head, and if a never for the fact that she's a part of me, I would a get rid a her.
"Like that possible."
Anyways, Mr. Hendricks is not here he had an early meeting at Hiltons, so it's a perfect time to get all of this done.
A hour later, I was almost done sending one last email to one of his partners when a tall woman walked in.
Ca badda enuh, mi hungry and mi nuh feel communicative.
Her face looks familiar. Like I have seen her somewhere before but at this time I am tired and my brain don't feel like over working.
"Hi, good afternoon. How may I help you?" I asked, trying my best to let my face match my voice.
She put down her Birkin bag directly in front of me. I noticed her Rolex on her wrist. She was wearing a brown Louis Vuitton body suit and a white sneakers.
A fuss mi see a Birkin enuh.
"I am here for Dwvorn."
Her voice sounded familiar too, but I just couldn't place it.
"I am sorry he's not here. May I take a message?" I asked, still trying to be polite.
"How long until he's back?" She asks, crossing her arms..
A weh the attitute fa? She better know that rich or not. I will slap har.
Out a order.
"You would do no such thing pon the people them job."
Mek she try mi nuh.
I plastered the fakest smile I could muster up. " He should be on his way back. May I take a name or something?"
