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“You control enough.”
“No, I manage what was legally left under my authority. There’s a difference, but I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Same shit.”
“It’s not, but okay, sweetheart.”
Raya laughed and looked around my office until her eyes landed on Rah’s picture.
“Of course, you would say that shit sitting your ass in here like some big boss. This is his money. You live in his house. You drive his shit. Everything is his.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. She was foaming at the mouth, trying to make it seem like I didn’t help build this shit.
“Raya, I didn’t ask for any of this shit. I’ve told your stupid ass that over and over again. I’m tired of being nice to you.”
“Bitch, we both know you think you’re better than me.”
“I’m better at managing money than you because I’m not standing in somebody else’s business holding foreclosure papers for a house I couldn’t afford,” I said, smirking.
“See, now you’re getting disrespectful.”
“Raya, you’ve been disrespectful from day one. And if we’re talking about just today, you came through my doors yelling, so you started the disrespect.”
“I’m yelling, Kyenna, because you are sitting on millions while I’m about to lose my daughter’s house.”
“Your daughter has a home,” I told her.
“Where? Your damn house?”
“If she ever needed one, yes.”
“Bitch! That’s the shit right there. You stay trying to play mama to everybody’s damn kids.”
Her statement pissed me off, but I wasn’t going to show her. Grif noticed and started moving towards her.
“Don’t!” I put my hand out.
He stopped, and I looked at Raya.
“Nobody is trying to replace you as Ryleigh’s mother. I have told you that more than once. Your problem is you don’t want anybody loving that baby unless they love you too, and that is not how family works.”
“My daughter don’t need you.”
“She loves me.” I shrugged.
“She’s three. She loves anybody that buys her shit.”
“Okay.”
“The point is she got money sitting somewhere, and I need some of it to keep a roof over her head.”
“Then fill the paperwork out.”
“And I already told you I’m not sending you shit.”
“Then I already told you the answer.”
Raya approached and slammed her hand on my desk. “I’m not asking permission to use my child’s money.”
