Page 90

“No, if it is, Grif already knows what to do.”

A few seconds later, Grif appeared in the door looking irritated. That confirmed it before he spoke.

“Raya?”

He nodded.

“What the hell does she want?”

“She got some paperwork in her hand talking about you holding her money. I told her she couldn’t come up here yelling, but she said she ain’t leaving until she talks to you.”

“Bring her up here,” I said.

I cleared all the paperwork and gave it to my manager.

“I’ll come back,” she said.

“Nah, stay so we can finish when she leaves.”

Raya walked in with her nose flared.

“Where the fuck is my money?”

I slowly stood because she was standing. The only thing separating us was my desk.

“Good afternoon to you, too,” I told her.

“Don’t do that fake ass professional shit with me, Kyenna. Lloyd told me you have the authority to release money from my daughter’s trust, and I need it.”

She threw the foreclosure on my desk. I looked down at it and back at her ass.

“Behind on your mortgage?” I asked, being funny.

“Obviously.” She frowned.

“How far?”

“That’s not your damn business.”

“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.”