Jordan

As I drive through the streets of East River, I begin to wonder the outcome of this meeting with Mildred. Since I appeared on the news regarding the Chinese project, I’ve had paparazzi flocking all over me. If only I had the power to stop it from going on air. I miss when I didn’t always have to watch my back. Especially now that I have to meet up with Mildred. Thank God for bars like this with secluded arenas and, of course, face caps and tinted windows.

The cloud suddenly turns grey, becoming pregnant with rain. Well, even better for me. I stop in front of the restaurant, adjust my black face cap, and throw on my black hoodie. It reminds me of the other day when I was in the restaurant and saw Patricia.

Thanks to the helpful lady who offered me a cap. I’m glad I was able to settle her fees all through college and reserve a spot for her in the company. Hopefully, she passes the interview. Now she doesn’t have to juggle many jobs or save men in distress like me.

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