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Rhet draws back. “Please, don’t be afraid to get up and leave.”

Draven taps his black nail polished fingers against the arm of the chair. He cracks his knuckles and bows his head.

“Dear old dad wants you to be my mentor, so teach me I guess,” he grumbles.

Rhet looks back at me and winks.

“I’m pleased you chose this way,” Rhet says.

“Why?”

“Because I can see the potential in you. You remind me of someone young years ago.” Rhet opens his cigar case.

“Who?” Drake questions as he looks at everything Rhet does.

He runs the cigar under his nose. “No one you would know. Would you like one?”

He pushes the box toward Draven. Draven opens the box looks into and scrunches his face,

“No, I’m good. When can I starting being a CEO.”

“CEO? This kid is funny. This lady here is important to me. You will be her driver from here on out.” Rhet cuts his cigar.

I want to scream at him, but I realize this meeting is one where Rhet’s establishing power. So I stay silent. I will deal with him after.

“You want me to be a fucking chauffer to your hoe?” Draven says.

I pick up Rhet’s cigar cutter and go around the desk, then take the seat next to Draven.

I place the cutter between my fingers. “Judging from the way you talk about women you have a small dick or a mommy complex. Call me a hoe again, and I will use this cutter on your small dick,” I smile at him.

Rhet puffs at his cigar, Draven looks at him. “Stop looking at Rhet. Have respect for me and I will have some for you. You understand?”

He frowns, making his eyebrows crumple. “Yes ma’am.”

“Ma’am, is my mom, but good.” I walk back to Rhet’s side, placing the cutter back on the desk.

“Isn’t she sexy. Don’t answer that. You have to start from the bottom to appreciate the top. I did the same.” Rhet looks at Draven intensely.

I can tell Draven is wrestling with the thought of subjugation.

“Think of it as a learning experience. You have the potential to become greater than me, let me show you how,” Rhet says.

Draven tightens his lips. “Okay, teach me.”

Rhet’s smile widens. “Fabulous. Now let me give you the details of your new job.”

I see it now, their resemblance. Both have that hawk like focus gaze. They both have high cheek bones. Draven is the young version of Rhet.

“Okay, that’s my cue to leave. I will see you handsome men later. I’m going to drop these files to HR.” I pick up some of the files and walk to the door.

“Watching you leave is just as great as watching you come, baby,” Rhet calls out.

RHET

I’m so happy this day is over. I don’t even bother going to my home, I take a left and end up on the front step of my girl’s home. My phone buzzes in my hand.

“Sup Dax?” The pots bang behind the door.

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