“Mom please don’t say anything that would make me lose my job,” I said, as she and I drove towards the Hilton Hotel. I had never been that nervous in my entire life, and thanks to DeAndre, I had been in pretty f****d up situations, but surprisingly nothing compared to the way I felt as we made our way towards the meeting. My hands were shaking, I was sweating profusely, my voice was shaking, and it was all thanks to my mother.
“I’m sorry, aren’t I your mother?” She said, pulling the seniority card.
“Mom, I don’t mean any disrespect, I just really don’t want to lose my job,” I said, as respectful as possible.
“Didn’t I promise you yesterday that I would give him a chance. Why would I go back on my word?” She asked, sternly.
“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” I said, feeling a lot better. However,
