Page 70 of Legend's Legacy
She pouted and sighed. “Okay.”
I shut the car off and locked it up. We passed the security officer, Tanya, at the front desk, who greeted us both and nodded at me with a smile.
“She is always flirting with you. Friendly ass self,” Legacy complained.
“Girl, quit that shit.”
I pressed the button for the elevator, and the first elevator on the right opened. We stepped on, and as soon as the doors closed, she gasped.
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the paper on the doors that read, “Will . . .”
“Hell if I know.”
She spent the rest of the ride trying to figure it out until we arrived at her office. She fired up her computer, found the file, and sent it to Jeremy.
“Where did that come from?” she asked, pointing at the large sign on the reception desk that read “You . . .”
“I don’t know.”
“It wasn’t there when we came in.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she replied as my phone buzzed.
I pulled it out and frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Courtland asked me to check the doors on the rooftop. He said he was up there last night, and he wasn’t sure if he closed it.”
“Can’t maintenance check it?”
“They could, but I guess he doesn’t want to hear shit about his irresponsibility.”
She sighed but followed me to the elevator. We took the elevator to the last floor before we walked to the stairwell. At the door, there was another sign that read, “Marry . . .”
“Okay, what the hell is going on?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Guess someone’s got something planned on Monday. Ain’t got shit to do with me,” I replied and walked up the last level.
“Let me find out you’re up to something, Legend Mekhi Waters.”
“What makes you think it’s me?”
“You’re the one who had the big puzzle on my desk that time.”
“It ain’t me, baby.”
“Mm-hmm.”
I pushed the door open. “While we’re up here, might as well get us a quickie in.”
“I’m not about to mess up this white Dior dress on this roof,” she complained.
“Girl, move that crate in front of the door while I go around here and make sure ain’t nobody in our spot.”
“Whatever.”
