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CHAPTER 5
SHAMEEK
The staff meeting had gone better than I expected. I was starting to see what Rah saw in Kyenna. When it was time to step the fuck up, she knew how to. Niggas walked in wondering if The Royal Flush was going to survive without Rah. They walked out that bitch knowing exactly who was sitting on the throne now. Kyenna ain’t miss a beat in the meeting. I stayed in the back while she gave them the run down on how shit was going to be ran. The managers here knew Kyenna well because she was the voice behind this movement. She was Rah’s confidant. His advisor when it came to this business shit. Grif walked over with a grin on his face.
“She knows what she’s talkin’ ‘bout.”
“She does this shit. This bitch been runnin’ as long as it has ‘cause of her brains. Shit ‘bouta go all the way up foreal.”
Once the meeting was over, every manager filed out ready to get the doors opened. Kyenna thanked all of them for being attentive and sent them back to work. She wasn’t pretending to be Rah. Her ass was leading her way. This is exactly what my brother would’ve wanted.
“Whew.” She flopped down in the chair and slipped her shoes off.
“Damn, not the Queen feet hurting.” I laughed to lighten the room.
“I forgot how much I hated them damn shoes.”
“You have another meetin’ with the partners in another hour. I think all they want to know is the tentative openin’ date,” I told her.
“What you thinking? I believe we can get it open and everybody back on their game by this weekend.”
“I can see that.”
“It’s going to take me a minute to get used to sitting in this chair,” she said, rubbing the arms of the chair.
I understood where she was coming from. My brother made enemies, planned deals and built an empire in that chair. Now that bitch belonged to her.
“You hungry?” I asked.
She looked at her watch.
“I wasn’t even thinking about food.”
“Shit, I kno’. That’s why I’m here to get you used to workin’.”
“I really don’t have time.”
“You need to make time to eat. I’ll send Grif at you something,” I said, hitting a button on her office phone. “Grif.”
“Yeah, Mr. King.”
“Bring Mrs. King some lunch. Maybe something like grilled fish and a salad.”
Kyenna immediately frowned.
“I can order my own food.”
“I kno’ what you can do, Sis. Right now, focus on the next meetin’ and let someone help you. I won’t be here forever. I got my own shit to run.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Man, I’m doin’ what the fuck my brother would’ve wanted from me. Had it been me instead of him, I would want him to do the same for Nikki.”
“My bad. I just don’t know who to trust at this point. None of y’all are giving me updates on if you found anything out.”
I swallowed hard because she had no idea how hard we were out here trying to find out who took Rah from us. I thought it was a good idea to keep the shit from her to keep her safe. That’s why I beefed up security more. I didn’t know if they were coming for her next or one of us. Hell, Jaharee couldn’t even go to her nigga house by herself anymore. I was on any nigga head about anyone carrying the King last name.
“Sis, it’s safer for you. It’s not that we don’t want you to know. My Pops and I kno’ how women can get when it comes to emotions. Can you trust me?” I asked, placing my hand on my heart.
