Page 9 of Cessation
“I’m looking over this new proposal from Gia. She had an idea regarding the app. She wants to add a live streaming feature. I’m not sure how to feel about that. What you think?”
“I say it’s a good idea, 50 Shades of Melanin is a place where we get to be ourselves. Why not give them the option to show themselves and allow others to chat with someone they possibly have a crush on? It’s a good way to weed out the catfishes as well.”
He had a point. So many people developed feelings for someone via text or phone calls and never once had the option to see who they were speaking with. I agreed with everything he said. More than likely, I would have to meet with Gia to thin out the details but for now, she was getting approved.
“Cool. So, I met with someone who wants a piece of the dating side. Her name is Yani Hart. She owns Buy a Heart. Its’s a —”
“Matchmaking company. Man, I know all about it and her. You know Bailey wants me married before she turns forty. She’s tried to get me to attend one of those events for quite some time now. I promised her I’d go to the next one. She said that could be my baby shower gift.”
I was pleased to know that I wouldn’t be attending Yani’s event by myself. I didn’t know anything about her other than what google provided and what she was proposing. Going to this event would give me genuine time to fill her out and see if she’s passionate about her own process of elimination quiz.
“I’m participating in the next one. She asked me to be a candidate to test out her questionnaires. As a matter of fact, have a look at them for yourself and give me your input.”
Flipping my computer screen around, I let him read a few of the questions. Even though your response would be youropinion, it spoke volumes about you as a person. I was anxious to see how it panned out honestly.
“Oh, she ain’t playing. I like this though. It tells a lot about a person. Regardless of how judgmental a person say they aren’t, you can’t help but judge from their responses. It’s like she’s putting you in the hotseat politely.”
“Exactly. I like her style with this. She said she’ll hit me with more information regarding the event whenever she gets everything in order.”
“This going to be interesting. I didn’t know you were looking, Pax. I could’ve set you up with someone.”
“Nigga, I’m not. However, I won’t turn down the chance to be in the presence of a beautiful woman and Yani is indeed beautiful.”
“You got that right. Let me know when she hit you so I can let Bailey know she won’t have to wait too much longer.”
Nodding, we dapped up once more and he left me to my work. Josiaha was a good dude and loved to spoil women. I just wanted him to spoil one woman. I was with Bailey on him settling down. He deserved a woman that treated him with the same respect he gave. Hopefully, Yani’s event would give him that.
There was a time where I hadn’t thought about the woman species, now there was one specific woman that occupied my thoughts. Yani had a certain aura about herself that gained her privileges above the rest.
When it came to the female gender, they operated in an independent manner. Somewhere along the line they no longer wanted to be kept. Society made them into men, and I couldn’t fuck with that. I was a firm believer in women being that submissive being to their partner and allowing a man to protect and provide. Nowadays women wanted to lead instead of being led. I hated this new independence movement.
I thumbed through the documents on my desk making a mental note to get back to Gia before she left for the day. I wanted all my employees to know that their voices were heard and not ignored. Any employee that pitched something worth standing behind got credit for it and the money they deserved as well. I was making millionaire’s because I had the platform to do so. In return, they paid me a nice percentage. It was a win-win situation.
Time got beside me as I buried myself in the piles of work that sat upon my desk. I had gone on a long-needed vacation with my folk and didn’t take one business call, text, or email while I was there. Returning, I knew I would have to put in overtime to catch up, but I was up for the challenge. I never failed in life, and I damn sure wasn’t about to start now.
A round of knocks sounded off alerting me that someone was at the door. I didn’t want to be bothered for the rest of the day, but I granted them access.
“Come in.”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Hughes, but these gifts just arrived for you. There’s also more on my desk. Whoever sent them put some real thought into it.”
My assistant, Amy, entered my office with takeout from a restaurant I wasn’t familiar with and a bouquet of flowers. She dropped them off on the coffee table and went to retrieve the rest. She quickly walked back in with an envelope, and a medium sized box.
“Was there a card or anything?” I inquired as I stood with confusion.
“No sir. I’ll be clocking out in about twenty minutes. Is there anything else you need me to help you with before I do so?”
“Nah. Thank you and enjoy your evening, Amy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I waited until she exited my office before I gave my attention to the gifts that were dropped off. For the life of me, I couldn’t pin this gesture on anyone. I didn’t have any women in my life that was sitting on my shaft, and I hadn’t signed any new deals with anyone. I was legit in turmoil behind who was sending things of such to my office.
The food smelled amazing. That was the first thing I inspected and was pleased with seeing a lobster dinner accompanied with seafood alfredo. There was also a salad and garlic bread. Whoever sent it, had good taste. Lobster pot pie was one of my favorite dishes. I didn’t think anyone ate them besides myself.
I then moved on to the bouquet. I searched for a card and saw that it had been removed. The stick was still present though. Not having too much more patience, I grabbed the envelope that housed a card. I opened it up and my eyes went directly to the bottom for a name.
Yani Hart.Seeing her name brought a smile to my face that went from ear to ear. I proceeded to read the card and it was her saying thank you for returning her wallet to her yesterday. The message was short and sweet.
She said to me that she was a spoken for woman, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the man that was speaking for her was on her level. This was just a thank you, so my curiosity spooked me on what she did for someone who was a part of her personal life.
