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Temah Amoah, an aspiring journalist and article editor joins one of the biggest companies that New York has to offer.
She keeps to herself unless she is around family or extremely close friends.
Her life is simple and a lack of complica...
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Temah Amoah's POV
Monday rolls around a lot quicker than I expected.
Curtís and I hung out for pretty much the whole weekend.
We didn't do anything!
We just hung out as friends.
Like always.
We decided to keep the relationship platonic as it always is.
Shit always gets awkward when couples around here break up, so we decided not to even go there.
In fact!
This weekend I'm helping him get ready for a date, with a supposedly amazing girl.
I get out of bed and trudge to my bathroom, doing my morning routine, before tying my hair up and taking a shower, careful not to get it wet.
After showering, I dry off and rub my body in Shea Butter, before getting doing my makeup and getting dressed.
I look at my outfit in the mirror and grin.
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^^ Temah's fit
I look good.
I put on my shoes and grab my bag, making my way out of my apartment.
I quickly go down the stairs, only stopping once, to grab the bag of groceries I bought yesterday putting it in front of Mrs Birchman's door and knocking twice, before walking off.
Mrs Birchman is the local old sweetheart.
She always has something nice to say and a spot of knowledge to give.
Me and my siblings all love her like a grandma and she loves us too.
I make my way into the parking lot and find my car, throwing my bag into the back and then sitting in the driver's seat.
I put the key in the ignition and start her up, driving out of the lot.
Once I am on the road, I start to play my music.
I rap along to the lyrics, dancing in my seat as I drive along.
Soon enough, I pull up to the building with 20 minutes to spare.
I walk inside, and greet Crystal at the front desk.
"Good morning, Temah." She says, smiling brightly.
