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play her dumb ass at her own game and kill the bitch
    with kindness, see how she acted when she found out I wasn’t behind bars.
    I retrieved my BlackBerry from my handbag and dialed her office
    number. Her receptionist answered the line and connected me to her. “Hello, this
    is Kendra,” she said.
    “Hi, Kendra, this is Kira,” I said, and then I fell silent.
    “Oh, hey, girl. How-ow-ow you doing?” she stuttered. “I’m doing
    fine. And you?”
    “I’m g-g-g-good. How was your flight?”
    “My flight was good. But are you sure you are all right?”
    “Ahhh,
    yeah, I’m fine.”
    “So what time is the closing?” I asked, even though I knew there
    wasn’t one.
    “My assistant didn’t call you?” Kendra asked, her voice barely
    audible. “I didn’t hear you, Kendra. Can you speak up?”
    “My assistant was supposed to call you and tell you that the
    couple couldn’t make the closing, so we’re going to have to reschedule it for another
    day.”
    “When was I supposed to get this call?”
    “She said she made the call yesterday.”
    “I’m sorry, but I didn’t get that call, Kendra. And, anyway,
    I spoke to you yesterday morning to confirm the closing for today, and you told
    me everything was still a go.”
    “Yes, I did, and that was because everything was set in motion
    at that time. But right before I left the office yesterday I got the call from the
    couple’s realtor saying that the couple hadn’t come up with all the money they needed
    for their closing costs. So we had no choice but to reschedule.”
    “What’s the couple’s name?”
    “I’m, well . . . I . . . um, don’t have that information in front
    of me at the moment, but if you give me a second, I can have my assistant pull their
    folder,” she replied, her voice fading in and out.
    “That won’t be necessary, Kendra. Just call me when you guys
    reschedule a closing date.” It was pointless to continue probing her when all I
    was going to get was lies.
    “Will do. But what are you going to do in the meantime?”
    “I’m gonna go back to Anguilla.”
    “Well, you have a safe flight back.”
    “I will,” I assured her, and then I hung up.
    I called her so many bitches after I disconnected my line. She
    was a fucking fraud, and I wanted so badly to expose her ass. But I knew I had to
    wait for my day and time to do that. Right then, I needed the bitch to sell my house,
    and since she had an excellent track record of getting rid of properties, I decided
    to let her hold the ball.
    Since my plans had changed and I was headed back out to Virginia,
    I knew I couldn’t get back on a flight to go back to Anguilla. I instructed the
    driver to take me downtown to the Renaissance Hotel, which was one block over from
    where Fatu’ had his penthouse.
    After I checked into my room, I walked onto the balcony of my
    twentieth floor suite and gazed into the night. The streetlights were bright as
    hell, and the streets were busy as usual. I could see Fatu’s old residence clear
    as day.
    I stood there and thought back to the many nights I used to spend
    inside that building, and the mornings I used to wake up with breakfast served
    to me while still in bed. Not to mention the many times I sat up in his bed and
    wondered where he was.
    I had to admit, life with him was an adventure. I just couldn’t
    believe how Nikki could go against me and sleep with him behind my back. Now, how
    scandalous was that? Did she hate me that much? Was I in any way toxic toward
    her? I mean, I couldn’t imagine being so terrible to her that she would want to
    stab me in my back.
    Then the way Fatu’ carried me really had me taken aback. Who
    would have known? I was nothing but good to that son of a bitch, and look how he
    repaid me. He fucked my cousin and had her mind twisted the fuck up. I sure wished
    I could have gotten more out of him than I had, but it was too late now. He was
    gone, and so was she. So all that was left for me to do was move
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