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The moment work was over, I wanted to run to my car and drive as fast as I could to my parents’ house; however, I had to play it smart. I couldn’t allow anyone, especially my father to suspect anything. When the meeting ended, I heard him say something to one of his many minions about dragging the river to see how far it goes because he was positive that if Jeremih and Imani didn’t wash up on shore close by, they would probably end up in Mexico or Cuba and he wanted to make sure that his people were positioned there just in case. The entire scenario was stupid and a waste of time; however, when my father made up his mind about something, there was no arguing—especially on something like this.
“What the hell have you done?” My mother asked the moment I walked in the house. Her no
