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wean Madison off breast feeding, which was a miracle.
    A young girl with long black hair and caramel complexion walked into the cafe. She had almond shaped eyes that were green. She had thick thighs and a nice plumped ass, I was even jealous of. She was in a form fitting dress with Steve Madden tan sandals. She was far too young to be being a nanny, I thought as she approached me. 
    “Hi , my name is Tiffany Mitchell and yours?” I said professionally.
    “Epiphany Adams . Nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand out.
    “Do you have a resume with your references and your background check like the agency said you would have?”
    “Yes , I do. I’m very devoted to kids. I have a niece who lives in New York. I may look young, but I could get the job done well, unlike these other old nannies that fall asleep on the job.” She laughed handing me the resume.
    “What part of new York are you from? I’m from New York, too,” I said happy to see another New Yorker.
    “Brooklyn … East New York.”
    I looked over her resume . She had good qualifications and her background check was clean, but her references were a bit sketchy.
    “Okay , I’ll look into these and I will call you back.”
    W hile waiting for the next one, I read her resume. She was twenty-three and had worked for the agency since she was seventeen. How the fuck are you a nanny when you’re seventeen? Wouldn’t that just make you a babysitter? I was going to keep her as a backup.
    I gave up , after waiting for a few more hours, and started walking to my car.
    I heard my name being called.
    “Tiffany !”
    I turned and saw Tone and some sexy man walking toward s me. He was about 5’9” dark skin with a bald head and a nice trimmed goatee. He was muscular and was wearing the hell out his suit.
    “Hey Tone. How are you?” I asked.
    I ha dn’t seen him since I got there. I always stayed at the hotel when I wasn’t at his house and when I was at his house, he was always gone.
    “I’m good . I’m shocked to see you here. I haven’t been able to see you due to work. How’s Maddie?” he asked, pulling me into a hug.
    “She’s good , big, and bad. She’s starting to walk,” I said, glowing.
    Whenever I talked about my daughter , my face lit up. I loved my baby.
    “Where the fuck are my manners? Tiff, this Quinton, my business partner. Quinton, this is Tiffany. She’s like a sister to me,” he said, pulling me close to him again.
    I shook hands with Quinton . I looked into his eyes and could tell he was feeling me. I was rocking the hell out of my Gucci suit. Why wouldn’t he be?
    “Well , Tiff, see you back at the house. I know you’re going there,” Tone said as he gave me a hug.
    He took off toward his office without Quinton. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to set me and Quinton up, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was going to leave the love to the birds.
    “Bye , Quinton, see you around,” I said, fishing in my bag for my keys.
    “Can I take you out sometime? Not as a date , but as friends.”
    I looked at him and smiled . “Sure I would love that.” I ripped a piece of paper where Epiphany’s references had been and wrote my cellphone number down. Something about him made me want to get to know him. There wasn’t nothing wrong with being friends, right?
    “Call or text me when you want to grab something to eat or get a drink.” I smiled and extended my hand for a handshake; instead he pulled me into a hug.
    “Aight , I got you. Stay pretty,” he said and turned around to walk back to his office.
    I got in my car , turned the radio, and put my shades on. I drove down Ocean Drive, heading towards Tyrisha’s house to see my baby girl. I was loving the new me and was determined to keep it this way.
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                    While on my way to Tyrisha’s house, Reshawn called my phone. I pressed the hand free button on the steering wheel to answer my phone. “Hello.”
    “Tiffany, where the fuck are