You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Malik was wondering if he should call Camilla and cancel, because he had no idea where to go. He knew she invited him out, but he also knew it was up to the man to plan the evening. And he was clueless. Since she was a casino employee, it only made sense to not go anywhere near them.
“That boy’s death is on me!” Farrell tossed papers on his desk and flopped in his chair. He rubbed his now crimson forehead as if doing so would relieve his frustration. His anger seemed to raise the temperature in his office. This caused Ross to wipe his brow knowing there wasn’t anything he could say to his partner to change the situation.