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I hung up in her face. Closing my laptop, I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs. I told my staff I was working the rest of the day from home if they needed me. I hadn't spent the last two days with myself because Shameek had been up my ass. When I made it home, I walked into my closet and slipped off my clothes. The box with my name on it that I had pushed back with some other boxes caught my attention. It reminded me that Shameek had never found me a cord for the damn phone that was in the box. I slipped on something comfortable and grabbed the phone. Downstairs, I kept a junk drawer full of cords. I tried all of them, and none of them worked. There was a reason Rah left this shit for me, and I was annoyed that I couldn’t find a cord for it. I sat the phone down and stared at it. Then I picked up the phone to call Jaharee.

“What your ass want? You hung up in my face earlier, heifer.”

“Do you have any old cords for a phone?”

“What kind of phone?”

“I don’t know what this is. It’s not like an iPhone charger port. It’s small like an Android port.”

“What kind of phone you got that you need an old ass charger?”

“I don’t think I told you that Shameek found a box in Rah’s storage with my name on it. When I opened the box, it had a burner phone in it.”

“Girl, I doubt I have a charger for that. Have you called Meek? He has some old cords because he keeps every damn electronic known to man, or Pops.

“I just want to see what’s on it.”

“Probably ain’t shit on it.”

“Probably not,” I said.

“I’ll look when I get home just to make sure,” she said.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll figure it out.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up quickly.

I grabbed my keys. There was an electronics store about fifteen minutes away. They had to have something.

There was a young man behind the counter. When I gave him the phone, he laughed.

“This old. Where you get this from?”

“Do you have a cord or no?”

“I mean, this is older than me.” He laughed. “How much you bought this for…twenty dollars?”

Now I was pissed. I slammed my designer bag on the counter and pointed my finger in his face, making sure my diamond ring hit the light. Because who the fuck did he think he was trying to play?

“You trying to be cute, but nigga I’ll buy this building just to fire your young ass. Don’t ever muthafuckin’ play with me like that again. Now, find a cord to fit that bitch before I call corporate and get you fired anyway.”

He started fumbling with the phone. I stood there and watched as he tried to force several cords into the phone like I did earlier.

“There we go,” he said.

“I’ll buy it.” I waved him back over to me.

He snatched the cord up and rushed back. I had his ass so shook that he ended up just giving me the cord. It didn’t take me no time to get back home and rush to the kitchen to plug the phone up. I waited a few minutes and hit the power, but nothing happened. Tapping my nails on the counter, I waited a few more minutes and then something flashed, and the phone came to life. I was met with a lock screen.

“Dammit, Rah.”

It was only four numbers. It wasn’t his birthday. It wasn’t our anniversary, and it wasn’t the last four of his regular number. The phone warned me that I only had two more attempts.

“Fuck!”

I put the phone down because I didn’t want to lock myself out. Rah was lazy when it came to passwords, but at the same time hated for them to be figured out. He’d use something that meant something to him without being obvious to anybody else. I went upstairs to grab the box. Maybe there was something I had missed. There was a small piece of notebook paper taped under one of the flaps. You would’ve missed it if you weren’t searching for something. 0714 was on the paper when I unfolded it.