"I don’t need a damn lecture."
"And I don’t need a boss who acts like a damn child," she snapped. "I swear to God, Creed, if you talk to me like that again in front of people, I will quit."
I blinked because I know she meant it.
Sheena was family—my real life cousin. Once I got drafted, Martin told me I needed people around me I could trust, so I reached out to her asking if she wanted the job. She had been managing my schedule, keeping my life in check since my rookie year.
And if she left? I was fucked.
"Damn, Shee, I?—"
"Save it," she cut me off putting her hand up to stop me. "Get your shit together. Instead of moping around like a fuckin’ simp, how about you figure out a way to fix your damn problems?"
Then she turned on her heel and stormed off. And I just sat there, rubbing my temples, knowing she was right.
On the ride back to the hotel, I stared out the tinted window, my mind a mess.
"You gon’ apologize, or I gotta wait ‘til next week?" Sheena asked from beside me.
I smirked a little, shaking my head. "My bad, Shee. I been trippin’."
She scoffed. "Understatement of the damn year."
I sighed, leaning back against the seat.
"So," she mused, tapping her acrylics against her phone screen. "What’s the plan? ‘Cause if you think Serenity just gon’ take you back without you doin’ some real work, you dumber than I thought."
I shot her a look.
"I ain’t say all that," I muttered. "I just…" I exhaled. "I gotta fix this."
Sheena hummed, unimpressed. "Fix what exactly?"
I glanced out the window. "Everything."
Me: Yo, I’m in LA, you free tonight?
I texted Sevyn once I was back at the hotel.
Sevyn: For what?
Me: Dinner. Need to talk.
Sevyn: Bout my sister?
Me: Yeah.
Sevyn: You lucky I like you, nigga. Meet me at 7even around 8.
Me: Bet.
Later that night, Sevyn greeted me with a smirk and a slow shake of his head.
"So, you finally ready to talk about how you fucked up?"
I rolled my eyes. "You gon’ let me order first, or?"
He chuckled. "Nah. I wanna hear how you plan on fixing this before I let you eat my food."