Dashawn/Money
I hate these f*cking events. I hated being in a tux, I hated dress shoes and I hated mingling with all these rich stuck-up a*sholes. Out of the thousand people here, maybe a handful didn’t suck. Like my grandfather who was making a beeline towards me right now.
“Dashawn, my boy. I missed you. You work too hard and don’t come around to the house as much.”
“Sorry Grandpa, I just have so much going on right now. Hello Gigi. I’d like you to meet my PA. This is Samantha Buchanan, Samantha, this is Derek Krew, my grandfather and my Gigi Wendy.”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, holding her hand out.
My grandfather looked at me and I nodded. He knew who she was. I’ve talked about her with him. When he encouraged me to look for her, I told him she was busy build
