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“It becomes my damn business when you come into my business demanding money.”
I picked the notices up and skimmed over them. The amount wasn’t small. It also wasn’t trust-fund emergency money.
“Did you contact Lloyd and tell him to send you the request paperwork?”
“Yes, and I’m not filling all that shit out just for you to sit around and decide whether I deserve money that belongs to my daughter.”
I pushed the notice back towards her until it flew off the table.
“Looks like you wasted a trip,” I told her.
“What?”
“You hear me. Ryleigh’s trust does not belong to you. If you need a distribution that directly benefits her, there is a process. You fill out the request. You submit the documentation. It gets reviewed, and that’s how Rah structured it.”
“See, that’s exactly the shit I’m talking about. You love throwing Rah’s name around whenever it benefits you. ‘Rah wanted this. Rah left that. Rah put you in charge.’ It’s always some shit that ends with you controlling everything.”
“I don’t control a muthafuckin’ thing.”
“You control enough.”
“No, I manage what was legally left under my authority. There’s a difference, but I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Same shit.”
“It’s not, but okay, sweetheart.”
Raya laughed and looked around my office until her eyes landed on Rah’s picture.
“Of course, you would say that shit sitting your ass in here like some big boss. This is his money. You live in his house. You drive his shit. Everything is his.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. She was foaming at the mouth, trying to make it seem like I didn’t help build this shit.
“Raya, I didn’t ask for any of this shit. I’ve told your stupid ass that over and over again. I’m tired of being nice to you.”
“Bitch, we both know you think you’re better than me.”
“I’m better at managing money than you because I’m not standing in somebody else’s business holding foreclosure papers for a house I couldn’t afford,” I said, smirking.
“See, now you’re getting disrespectful.”
“Raya, you’ve been disrespectful from day one. And if we’re talking about just today, you came through my doors yelling, so you started the disrespect.”
“I’m yelling, Kyenna, because you are sitting on millions while I’m about to lose my daughter’s house.”
“Your daughter has a home,” I told her.
“Where? Your damn house?”
“If she ever needed one, yes.”
“Bitch! That’s the shit right there. You stay trying to play mama to everybody’s damn kids.”
Her statement pissed me off, but I wasn’t going to show her. Grif noticed and started moving towards her.
“Don’t!” I put my hand out.
He stopped, and I looked at Raya.
