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Chapter 2

Sitting with Janet, who had finally made her way down to join us, the three of us enjoyed our time together before starting our day.

“Hey, love, I need you to pick Iliana up after school today since I have a late meeting this evening that I can’t miss.”

“Damn. Are you serious, Kahlil? I have things to do around that time,” Janet replied in a nonchalant attitude while continuing to eat her pancakes.

“What kind of things do you have to do that are more important than picking up your daughter?” I asked.

Janet did not respond and continued eating her breakfast. I folded the newspaper and sat it on the table. I glared in Janet’s direction with aggravation written all over my face.

“Yes, Kahlil, you heard me correctly. I have things to do. I’m an adult just like you, and I don’t have to explain myself any further to you. She can just ride the bus,” she said.

“I can’t believe we are having a damn debate over something so simple. You don’t work but have something to do that’s so important that you can’t pick up Iliana? If that’s the case, you can call a cab because you sure as hell aren’t taking one of my cars after what you just said to me,” I said.

As the conversation began to escalate, Iliana quickly finished the last of her breakfast and got up from the table.

“Dad, I’m going to get my backpack and wait for you in the car,” she said, leaving the kitchen.

“Why’d you do that? What gives you the right to humiliate me in front of my daughter, Kahlil?!” Janet yelled.

“What makes you think that I can’t after how you popped off at me?! Don’t go playing the victim now. She’s fifteen and old enough to hear a dispute if need be. Iliana is just as much as a part of my life as she is yours, and what I cannot understand is why it’s so damn hard for you to be there for her when I need you to be!” I yelled.

“Kahlil, don’t you even think about going there!” yelled Janet.

“No, let’s take it there. Let me see… What about a week ago when she had a parent–teacher conference and you couldn’t go because you and your girls had a shopping day that you didn’t want to miss and you asked me to go on? Remember that?” I recalled never pushing back but only saying, “All good. I got you.”

Silence filled the kitchen.

“Fuck it, Kahlil. I will pick her up and reschedule what I have to do since you’re making me feel like a bad mom. Does that satisfy you now, o powerful one? Can I drive the car today?” Janet snapped back, storming out of the kitchen before I could respond.

I walked to the stairs, held onto the rail, and yelled, “That’s real adultlike! Way to finish a conversation! Iliana, let’s go.”

“Dad, I can catch the bus today if that will help you and Mom out,” Iliana said after we got into the car.

“Sweetheart, listen to me very carefully. I work and provide anything you or your mom needs or wants, no questions asked. Because I do this, when I ask your mom for a favor by picking you up after school, then that’s exactly what should happen without any backlash. If she had a doctor’s appointment or something critical like that, fine, we could work something out; but the fact that your mom refused to give details lets me know it’s nothing that important where she couldn’t change up what she had going to come get you, and that’s unacceptable. But don’t you worry. I will have this all resolved when I can get you a car. Work has been so hectic for me to take you to look. It’s not like you made this easy. You should have been driving at sixteen,” I said, winking my eye at her.

“I know I procrastinated,” Iliana said with this embarrassed look on her face. By the time we pulled up to the school, things were calm once more. I had good conversation with my daughter that changed my attitude.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” I said to Iliana once she closed the door to walk up the stairs to school.

“Thanks, Dad. I hope you have a good day at work,” she replied.

“Do you have lunch money?” I blurted out the window, catching Iliana’s attention before she could make it to the top of the steps.

“Yes, Dad!” she yelled back. She stood there laughing at me with embarrassment written all on her face looking around to make sure none of her friends were around as I treated her like a baby. I watched Iliana walk toward the school doors until she was out of sight and then drove off to the office.

Walking off the elevator onto the thirteenth floor, I was instantly greeted by my assistant, Tammy.

“Good morning, Mr. Smooth. There are five messages on your desk, and the five o’clock meeting with Chicago Fusion Supplements executives was moved up to one o’clock,” she said.

“One o’clock! That’s a drastic adjustment. When did this happen?” I asked in shock.

“I received the call about ten minutes ago. Would you like for me to request another time or just reschedule the meeting altogether?” she asked.

“No, that’s fine. We will make the necessary adjustments on our end. Make sure to send the communication out to the rest of the team; and I need you to contact the CEO of Minority Clothing Company, Warren Parks, and let him know I need to cancel the luncheon we have today,” I said.

After getting my schedule straight with Tammy, I got on the phone to call Janet to let her know that I’d be able to get Iliana after all, but there was no answer.