" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside."
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Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the c...
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𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖞𝖆𝖍 𝕵𝖊𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖘' 𝕻𝕺𝖁 || 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 @ 𝟖:𝟎𝟕𝐚𝐦 ||
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As I made my way toward Samaria's desk, my heels echoed against the floor with each step, giving off a confident cadence.
Upon approaching it, I greeted her with a professional smile and a warm "Good morning" and told her that I'm checking in.
She nod in acknowledgment and proceeded to type on the keyboard. While I waited for her to finish, I occupied myself by scrolling and browsing my phone.
"Done. and Good morning to you too." She stated with a cheeky smile. I nod at her weird friendliness and was about to make my exit from the office when she called out my name. I turned on my heels to face her and held her gaze, as I awaited her next words.
She rose from her seat, positioning herself with her arms against the counter, as she spoke with a sincere tone, "Me nuh know weh yuh have 'gainst me cause me never do yuh nothing. But me hope yuh can put it aside and make we start pon a clean slate.."
I furrowed my eyebrows in disbelief and curled my lip in disdain, giving her a once-over, as she continued to speak.
Me have something 'gainst her?
A wah dis fada?
"Me really just try a clear weh all negativity and toxicity from outta me life and I'm starting by doing this, you know." She explained, and I nod my head slowly, with a confused expression plastered on my face.
"Uh Huh. Why you think I have something against you though?" I asked, tucking my bag in the crease of my elbow and tilt my head.
"Because a just so yuh behave ever since you start work here. Did Mr. Forbes tell you something fi make yuh hate me or what?" She asked, and I forced a laugh at the way she's trying to bring up her past encounters with Malachi.
"Nope. But are you trying to tell me something, Miss. Johnson?" I asked, matching her energy.
She shook her head and smiled, "No sweetie. Like I said. I'm removing every toxicity from my life. So what's your Instagram handle -- if you don't mind."
I hesitated and averted my gaze from her to the floor. Eventually, I gave in and shared my username with her before wishing her a good day.
While I stood in the elevator, I thought about what Dejanae had said about her being a wolf in sheep skin.
Cause one thing for sure, she's really good at putting on a façade.
