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I pushed the door open to see Kyenna sitting behind the desk with the phone to her ear. She put her finger up, telling me to give her a moment.
“Okay, so I can put you down for a meeting with my operational manager next week. I want this resolved before the end of the month. You have a great day,” she said before hanging up.
“Yo’ detail told me you went on a date last night,” I said before she could open her mouth.
“Wow! Hello, Shameek King. How is your day fucking going? Mine is going great.”
“Hello, Kyenna. Now back to my previous statement.”
“It was not a date.”
“Why did you not let security take you?”
“Because sometimes I want to be alone without muthafuckas in my business. Obviously, they still were.”
“Yes, they called me shortly after you left and I told one of them to follow you and stay outside.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“No, what’s ridiculous is that we still don’t kno’ who the fuck killed my brother and why you movin’ ‘round this bitch like they won’t come at you next.”
Kyenna stared at me and nodded her head. “Is this about my safety, or is it about Lloyd? Let’s put it on the floor.”
“It’s both.”
“Oh.” She crossed her fingers. “What is it about Lloyd, may I ask?”
“He was my brother’s trusted advisor and friend. Who’s to say he ain’t behind this shit?”
Kyenna laughing kind of pissed me off.
“Lloyd being behind Rah’s murder is crazy. The nigga ain’t got a lick of street in him.”
“And those are always the ones you have to watch for. The ones that try to fuck off on the wife ‘cause she’s grieving.” I gave her a menacing glare.
“I think we both know Lloyd had nothing to do with that shit, and it was a hit. The way Lloyd talks about Rah, he would never do something that low.”
We both sat there staring and waiting for one of us to have a comeback. I had a feeling that Lloyd didn’t do the shit, but I couldn’t be too sure. Rah spoke highly of the nigga too, so I knew they were close.
“Kyenna, can you just be careful? Yo’ safety is my number one priority, and I have to answer to my pops if somethin’ happens to you.”
“It depends on if you let me live just a little bit. Trust me when I say Lloyd was a gentleman. Nothing about our conversation went to anything other than business, interest, and Rah. He didn’t even touch me.”
“Driver next time,” I said before standing.
“Okay,” she said defeated.
“Don’t do that shit.”
“Do what?”
“Act like I’m tryin’ to control you.”
“I mean, technically you are.”
“I’m protectin’ you.”
“It’s surveillance, Meek.” She rolled her eyes.
