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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
They started off with my character. Saying things like I was shrewd and treated the office like a bullpen. That I abused other staff members for petty mistakes like poor filing. Which was obviously a lie. I mean if I slightly went off about a filing issue here or there. It was because we all had very serious jobs. Peoples lives depended on everyone doing every job right. Even the smallest ones like filing, it’s all crucial to building a case. When something was misfiled or went missing, it was a set back for the prosecution. Things like that could put bad people back on the streets. So I wouldn't call misfiling a petty mistake. Then they wanted to tarnish my career. They said I was a workaholic who slept at the station regularly. Which only happen about twice in ten years. They said I fixed cases and planted evidence to get such a high number of convictions. That was the deepest cut. I was extremely proud of the work Ash and I had accomplished. It was one thing to assassinate my character but it was another to tarnish Ash’s legacy.
I was angry at myself mostly because if I’d never did what I did he would have died a hero. Instead he was just the partner of a crooked cop. It was the biggest betrayal of our peers. They let his legacy go unacknowledged probably out of jealousy. Black cops still get treated like criminals when the narrative fits. While white male cops are untouchable. He was the best detective in the city. Better than I would ever be. As much as I tried we both knew he was just more clever. I was lucky to be his partner and it’s still my greatest honor to have served at his side. I was put on leave with pay. Once the internal investigation was over they concluded I made a bad judgement in firing my weapon. I was fired from the force but because of the circumstances and my stellar record; combined with high ratings with the chief, I would not be facing any charges.
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“So how did you get into dancing?”
“Well my cousin is the DJ. This place is like an uppity hotel but the bar has a secret strip club in the back. They call it Kitty Bar. He told me I could come dance if I brung some big booty white girls with me. I did but there was already a bunch of white girls working here. I work the bar during the day but since I’m the only black girl I’m the last to dance at night. I think of it as saving the best for last but it’s probably a fetish thing. I get the most money thrown though so I’m not trippin’ on it.”
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