Signed Away (SOON TO BE PUBLISHED ON AMAZON)

Chap. 8

Merry Christmas everyone

"Mom, no I'm sorry. No I can't make it" I tried reasoning with my mother over the phone. But it was especially hard to win when you can't see your opponent. I was driving through 48th Avenue on a bright Tuesday morning, but the morning was far from peaceful for I was speaking to my mom on the car phone. I was driving to my office for a rehearsal/ conference for my new upcoming book.

But right now I was having an early morning conference with my mother. Mother dearest kept going on and on about how she never asks anything of me. And she will would really like me to be present. And it would mean so much. And I couldn't deny her of spending time with her only child. You know the whole can of guilt.

Mothers could really guilt trip their children. I couldn't wait till my boys got older.

"No mom. No. No means no. And that's final-" I said firmly.

"No there is nothing you could say that will make me change my mind " I said with a lot of resolve. She had to understand that I was a grown woman and I couldn't be manipulated.

"Mother you wouldn't. But your my mother. Okay for an hour then" I cried in frustration, giving up. I wish my mom would be in some of my meetings. They couldn't possibly last as long as they do with her in there. And I will always get my way.

"Mom I am at work I have to run. Yeah, I am seriously doubting your love for me mom. Bye. See you soon" hanging up.

Then without much ado I stepped out of my vehicle. I took a deep breath and headed inside my studio/ office. This was my second home and my joy and pride. This was my personal milestone for and my own living award of my accomplishments.

I had been renting part of the building for a little bit over three years. My kids called it Reyes Avenue and it actually made sense. It was actually a whole street that had three buildings. They were two one storey buildings.

One part of the building was my music studio, Reyes Beatz. The studio was closed off from the public. It was exclusively for I and my clients. It had the state of the arts recording equipment. This building I actually owned. I bought for a pretty penny.

To the right of my studio was my office, The Muse, this I rented. The Muse was my professional workplace and my surgery room. This was my main point of contact, I would estimate I am here seventy percent of the time.

I had my office, hosted clients, met with my employee's and basically everything I was involved in happened right here. I loved this place. I had totally revamped the whole place to suite my personality. It was very convenient to my home and to other locations. It was a five minute walk to my publishing company, Words.

This morning was going to be a busy one. I could tell by my secretary and p. a posture. She was ready waiting for met at the door with a bottle of orange juice and a homemade muffin.

"Morning Delores" I said giving her a kiss.

"Mhmm. Your late. Where have you been?"scolding me like a child and handing me the muffin.

"Talking to mom. Sorry Delores" answered biting into the sweet blueberry muffin that Delores always brought for the entire office.

"I swear sometimes you drive that woman crazy" she said shaking her head.

"Me?"I gasped. How did I drive my mother crazy. It was the other way around.

"Yes. Children always drive their parents to the brink of insanity. Then when your think that's it the end is here, then like little psychotics they pull you from the brink of death. Only to repeat the pattern again. It's torture I tell you. You have two boys you'll find out soon enough" she said nodding her head as if to convince herself.