THE MAFIA'S ASSISTANT

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t day. After much fighting and argument with her, she finally let me pick out a grey ti

thought of how we got home came to me. I s

ly. I knew that her show was on and she d

emory of what happened. All I remember was taking a sip of the tequila I w

ng. Jessy standing at the foot of my door came in to

ught. Maybe it was Jason” she looked at m

n and the one who saved us” she continued. The more she thou

st was made and the fridge was stocked to the brim with food and fruit. At first, I thou

didn’t think to take advantage of us. Even were nice en

ut a pause on the topi

show. She won’t stop till she fin

with me; Jessy’s room was more colourful and vibrant than mine. She knew how to put colour

n both of them still with another woman. I set an alarm for work; I was

. Or even my dad walks me down the aisle in my beautiful weddi

er my problems she knew how I felt. She wiped the stray tear, running down my ey

ound of my boss he wasn’t messing around w

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Beep!!

oozed it the first time. And I was gonna do it the second time when I remembered w

e cold air of the early morning. Running to Jessy’

s,” I shook her furiously to wake her up. She kicked me back pushing me to the floor,

old not ready for school life yet. I placed her office wear of the day on

sed up in the clothes Jessy fought me to wear. After about an

d nod moving to the back sit of the bus. Within 15 minutes we get to work it was 8:45 so

e the best,” Jessy said leaving me to her station.

Johnson’s new personal assistant” she took her

gry. I didn’t have time to waste on her…I didn’t, it was 8:50 now as I check

and women all bus with phones. I punch on the 16th floor as it turns light blue. The

the lift. I’m so anxious I tap on