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“Yeah, we got a meeting, remember?” I bogarted into the office to see Carolyn seated across from his desk. She lookedstartled, but when recognition set in, her face transformed to an irritated expression.
“No. I have a meeting with a woman by the name of Willow Harris.”
“Nice to meet you, my nigga, but I’m a man.” I sat down as old boy gaped at me in astonishment.
I knew the nigga thought I was a woman by how he addressed me in his response email, and that was fine. I figured he wouldn’t respond to a nigga, so I kept my gender hidden when reaching out. The few times I’d called his ass and left voicemails, he ignored it, and it was obvious why, so the email worked perfectly.
“Alright. What is this about,Mr. Harris?” He descended into his seat, crossing his legs with furrowed brows.
“We need to let Kailey Darden back in the school and the show,” I stated plainly.
“Okay. Well, why is she out?” He looked to Carolyn, his face reading that he wanted this meeting over with as soon as fucking possible.
“She’s the ballerina that I told you got into a physical altercation, Mr. Kirby,” Carolyn explained, voice full of annoyance, but it felt directed more toward him because he’d forgotten what she’d said.
“Right. Right. Yeah, unfortunately, Mr. Harris, we don’t tolerate violence. Is Miss Darden your girlfriend?”
“Nah, she not. However, she was defending somebody that means a lot to me,” I said.
“Mr. Harris, rules are rules, and therefore, Miss Darden will no longer be able to attend and therefore cannot perform in Giselle.” Carolyn interjected, her lips pursed in a thin line.
Ignoring her, I said, “Look, I wanna jump right to the fucking chase here. You admit Kailey back into the school and the show,and I’ll write a check for eight million to donate to Prolific right now.”
I knew niggas like Cary Kirby, and they spoke in dollars, not words. And judging by the way he lit up, grinning at me like I was a bitch named Willow instead of a nigga, I knew I had him.
Killing him wouldn’t do shit. Kailey still wouldn’t be in the school, and killing Carolyn would have the same fucking result. So I had to do shit differently, and eight million wasn’t much to a nigga like me. But even if it was, I would do anything necessary for Peep.
“That sounds good to me, Mr. Harris. I?—”
“Mr. Kirby, we cannot—” Carolyn shut up as soon as he darted his eyes at her saying to do just fucking that.
“Like I said, Mr. Harris.” His smile returned. “That would work just fine. I am sure Kailey had good reason as I’ve never even heard of her, which means she’s not troublesome.”
“Perfect. I’ll bring the check by tomorrow, and I wanna see Kailey in practice when I do.” I rose to my feet.
“Yes. Absolutely, Mr. Harris. Carolyn will be contacting her as soon as she walks out of here.” He waved for Carolyn to get her ass up.
I smirked over at her as she regarded me like she wanted to know who I was and what the fuck else I’d done.
Hopefully, she minded her fucking business, though, or Mr. Kirby would have to hire a new instructor for Prolific Pointe.
BAECATION . . . LAKE COMO, ITALY
Low and Ihad taken a private jet out to Italy, landing at the Milan Linate airport before we had to hop into a luxury car to be driven to our intended destination out in Lake Como.
We were exhausted by this time, but that didn’t stop us from opening and drinking the complimentary champagne during the ride.
We were staying at Grand Hotel Tremezzo, and as soon as we got there, we were treated like royalty.
I couldn’t lie, I was a little bit afraid of what Low had planned, considering he wasn’t used to all of this, and I had bougie tastes, but he’d outdone himself. I wasn’t sure why I was even worried, considering how nicely he’d decked out our first date in the brunch spot and my ballet studio.
“Oh my gosh,” I mumbled, walking into our beautiful, humongous, and vintage private villa with our own balcony overlooking the water. I was mesmerized, leaving Low to engage with the man who’d helped us with our bags and the other attendant who was explaining how everything worked.
Stepping out onto the balcony, I squinted at the bright sun in disbelief that I’d never been here despite all my travels.
“This shitisnice.” Low joined me once everyone had left.
“I know. How much was this?” I queried, recognizing the fact that surely some Italian king or queen had once resided here.
