There's so many positive 4 letter words:
Love
Like
Hope
Care
Life
Then there's negative:
Hate
Evil
Dead
For once in her life Desdemona wanted to hear negative. The word in itself: Negative. Instead she heard positive. Her whole world came tumbling d...
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I pull into the parking garage of the office for Love, Garnet. Desdemona gave me a week to bring her something to prove I'm worth her time along with the $100,000. I park my car pushing the button for my convertible top to go up. Once it's back up I get out of my Rolls Royce Dawn locking the doors then walking towards the entrance of the building through the dimly lit garage.
Once I get inside I go up to the 9th floor. I go to the secretary's desk and before I can say why I'm here the young woman says, "Go ahead. Ms. Garnet is waiting for you." I nod my head then go to her office. I tap on the door with my knuckle and when I hear her say come in I open the door.
Desdemona is sitting behind her desk on the phone. Her hair is in a bun and she has glasses on. "Let me call you back. A client just walked into my office." She hangs up the phone as I sit across from her.
"So, I'm your client now?" I ask resting my elbow on the armrest of the chair. The first thing that sticks out to me is her red lipstick.
She takes her glasses off saying, "Depends on if I like what you brought me today."
She smirks so I take that as the perfect time to hand her the papers. "That's the paperwork for the studio space I bought." I reach into my pocket then unfold the check sliding it towards her on the desk. "And the $100k...squeaky clean," I say in reference to what she said to me last time. I wanted to know why she just assumed that money last time was illegal, dirty money. Was she prejudging me? Was it because it was cash? Or was she just smart?
I watch as she slides her glasses back on her face looking over the papers. "Impressive. How'd you get a spot in this particular studio so fast and on such a short notice?"
"Made a deal with the owner," I say cracking my knuckles as Desdemona looks over the top of her glasses at me. I smile as she puts the papers down then looks at the check.
