Samantha
Word was out on all the floors that I was Dashawn’s fiancé. Ninety-eight percent were happy for us. There were always some that weren't like Sheryl, the agent he had a dinner meeting with, to discuss one of her clients. The one that felt a spark at dinner, and he totally shot down before the first time he took me to his club. Was that only three weeks ago?
When we walked into Star Media hand in hand, each of us smiling, Sheryl was right there at the reception desk, arms crossed, tapping a heeled toe and glaring at me in particular.
“Sheryl, is there a reason you are glaring at Samantha?” Dashawn asked, as we stopped in front of her.
“I just didn’t know that becoming your PA warrants an engagement ring. If I knew that, I would have applied for the position,” she snootily
