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phone to turn it off, but there was a text from an unfamiliar 202 number. I opened the text and it was from Joshua.
    Lunch tomorrow @ Nandos, on Mississippi Ave. 1pm
Sweet dreams Road Runner.
    My thoughts from earlier just came back to haunt me. This man had to be some sort of millionaire, to own the freaking Kelly Building, but was it insane for me to turn him down? I said I was strong and wanted someone strong, but what I didn’t want was someone ordering me around. If this thing between me and him progressed, I didn’t want the billionaire playboy to know I had herpes. All I could imagine was my picture, name, occupation and the words – She has Herpes – plastered on the New York style billboards in the Kelly Building. Also on the elevator monitors, in the halls on the displays. Everywhere. I couldn’t risk that. So, I texted back.
    Sorry, I have plans.
Also, I’d rather you not pursue me,
because I’m not on the market. 
Good night.
    I thought that was clear. Despite Roslyn’s belief that I needed more tact, I’ve come to learn that you need to be clear with people, because when you sugar coat things, people don’t seem to get the message. Or people just don’t want to get the message, like Mr. Kelly here. Incoming text:
    Cancel your plans,
I’ll see you at Nandos.
Business is always on the market.
    Oh boy. I can’t argue with this man via text and I dare not call him, because he’ll say something crazy. Why, oh why did I give him my business card? This is what having tact gets you. Unwanted attention. I texted back:
    Fine, but strictly business.
    I saved his number in my phone and reset my phone alarm for an earlier time. I checked the rest of my emails, wrapped my hair and lay down. I started to mentally check off what I need to do tomorrow, besides meet Mr. Kelly at my favorite chicken restaurant and walk around the park a few times. I needed to wash clothes, take some to the cleaners, and dust. I usually had someone come in once a month to clean the place, but I felt like it would be therapeutic to do this myself, since I was contemplating so many things and getting ready for a new beginning. My phone buzzed.
    Scouts honor.
*growl*
    Oh shit.
    I got the feeling that I entered another level of trouble.

Chapter 4: Saturday
     
    SAMANTHA:
    I walked around the park for one and half hours. I had many thoughts and not one of them helped me start my new beginning. I had the job I wanted, I had the life I wanted, minus the love interest, so at this point, that was my concern. One thought I had was to be more involved in my community, especially where I grew up in North East DC. Everything had changed over the years. DC used to be referred to as chocolate city, but now with gentrification in full swing, nothing is as it was, but the bad parts of the district for the most part are still bad. Besides that notion of getting involved in my community, that was about all I could come up with out of my walk.
    When I came back to my apartment, I took a shower and found the most business casual attire that I could throw together, because I didn’t want Mr. Kelly psycho-analyzing me again. I kept my heels, because that man is so tall. I wore a turtleneck and black pants. My three-inch knee boots covered my pants, so that was the casual part. I put on my cream rain resistant, light coat with the feathered collar and a nice multi-colored scarf to bring out the highlights in my hair and the colors in my skin complexion.
    I arrived at Nandos at 12:50 PM to find Mr. Kelly holding a red folder and waiting in front of the restaurant. He smiled when he spotted me and I returned it in an effort to be polite.
    “You are right on time,” he said.
    “Yes and I still didn’t beat you here,” I replied.
    “No, I’m afraid not. I like to scope out my prey ahead of time, before I go in for the kill.” He smiled coyly.
    “Uh, okay.” I made a disgusted face at him.
    “Let’s eat, I’m hungry.” He smiled and led the