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flirtatious smile.
    “Hey Scarlett, you’re looking good today,” Stanley said, looking Scarlett up and down. 
    “Hi Stanley,” Scarlett spoke back. She liked Stanley because he was always sweet to her and never made any advances, like every other man who had no good intentions up their sleeves. They never cared about how ugly she was, they only cared about her nice legs and plump ass. She turned to walk back into the office.
    “Your car will be ready by tomorrow. I’ma work on it all day for you.”
    “Thanks Stanley, you’re the best.”
    Greg winked his eye at her and she winked back. “Alright fellas, I’ll be back out in a few hours to order y’all some lunch.”
    Once she got back inside the office, she sat down behind her desk. Jay was sitting on the edge of Sheila’s desk, still talking to her. Scarlett had never seen Sheila show that much interest in him. She knew there was something up, but kept it to herself. She acted like she was busy working, and paid them no attention.
    About thirty minutes passed and Jay was still sitting in Sheila’s face. Scarlett was getting utterly annoyed as she looked over at them laughing at each other’s crazy jokes.
    “Damn Jay, don’t you have work to do?” Scarlett asked.
    “We’re not that busy today, Scarlett.” Sheila spoke up without letting Jay get a word in edge wise. Are you serious? Scarlett quickly thought. She rolled her eyes, grabbed her purse, and walked into the restroom.
    How the hell could he treat me as if I don’t exist? She asked herself, looking in the mirror. She opened her purse and pulled out her pill bottle. She popped another Xanax and cupped the water in the palm of hand from the sink as she swallowed it. “Fuck this shit, I ain’t sitting here today.” She walked back out of the restroom and stood directly in front of Sheila’s desk.
    “Give me your keys. I’m going home because I don’t feel well.”
    Sheila looked up at her. “Scarlett you still have work to do. Who is going to do it if you’re gone?”
    “It’s only two of us who work in this office, so you do the math.” Sheila knew something was clearly bothering Scarlett, and didn’t want her to flip out on her, so she handed over her keys.
    “Well, call me when you get home and tell me how you’re feeling.”
    “Yeah, I’ll think about it,” she responded, snatching the keys and walking toward the door. “Oh yeah, tell your daddy that I’m gone for the day. He shouldn’t mind since we’re not busy.”
    Scarlett exited the building and got in Sheila’s car. She turned the radio up, blasting the music as loud as it would go, and backed out of the parking lot. Sick thoughts of Jay and Sheila fooling around occupied her mind as she drove home.
    The sight of Gwen leaning down in a car that was pulled up by the curb in front of her house, greeted her as she pulled into her driveway. I know good and well she ain’t got her ass out here in front of my shit getting drugs.
    Gwen looked up, a mixture of guilt and alarm painted her face as she tried to walk away from the car quickly.
    “No Gwen, don’t walk away now. Who in the hell are you talking too?” She walked quickly over to the car to be nosey.
    Gwen just stood there with her mouth partly open. “Scarred, don’t come over here with that bullshit.” Gwen said nervously. “Just pull off before she acts a fool.” Gwen urged the driver of the car.
    “Oh hell naw! Curtis what the fuck are you doing over here?” Scarlett asked, leaning down in the car. Curtis was Gwen’s stepbrother. They weren’t blood related; only related by Gwen’s mom being married to Curtis’ dad at one time. He was a drug dealer and a pimp. Scarlett hated him with a passion. When Gwen was pregnant with Anton, Curtis encouraged her to make money to support her habit by pimping her. The only problem was that he’d keep her so drugged up, that anything she made he’d take and profit from it.
    “I was just leaving Sc…