The Spark
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Mabu D
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Routine Check
Plum
Itâs so beautiful! I think. The sunrise, that is. Iâm in a high-rise building in a penthouse, and yes, I own it. Itâs all mine, baby.
I metaphorically pat myself on my shoulder and give myself a hug. Crossing my arms, I turn to look at my surroundings. The sunrise shines on my queen-size bed with white sheetsâempty with no life in them.
I frown, and I imagine him.
Heâs sleeping there, with his muscle-bound chest uncovered; lean, molded abs; and sweet, sexy face.
Hmmm, the sheets are barely covering him. It looks like we just had one hell of a time, and I feel satisfied that Iâm the reason heâs passed out like that on my bed.
I blink again, and just like that, the perfect image of him is gone. I sigh.
I really wish he was here with me. I wonder, if only for a while, how things would have been if he had chosen me long ago, given us a chance, you know?
I feel an ache in my chest, making me feel uneasy. My stomach turns, and I just feel sad. Tears build up because that thought reminds me of how lonely I am and, most of all, how much I miss him.
I wonder if he misses me.
My alarm goes off, distracting me and taking me out of my sadness. I grab my phone and check whatâs on the agenda today. I sniffle back all my tears.
Iâm an early bird by nature. No matter how late I go to sleep, I am always up early. I rush to go shower, turning on the knobs, and the water springs to life.
I love hot showers no matter what season it is. They always seem to calm down my anxiety. I know, right? Iâve had a lot of issues in my past life, and I have been through the most.
I wash my hair today because I want to straighten it and let it flow. The clients for today seem to be monied, and I need them to spend every last cent they possibly can. Itâs part of the job.
I grew up in a female-dominated family. If there is one thing I have learned from them growing up the way I did, it is to not depend on anyone for anything.
If you are kind, sweet, or overall just want to be good to people, they will take advantage of your good nature. They will walk over you and make you a fool if you let them.
I learned that lesson a long time ago. If you donât depend on anyone, they canât hurt you. You still have control. Itâs easy to see who in your circle cares about you and who is there because they want to use you.
I have worked relentlessly to get where I am now. I hustle to get what I want, and I pity the fool who gets in my way.
I dry myself up and let myself into my walk-in closet. I look into the mirror and smirk; but then I turn around, and those negative thoughts start to creep upâthe bad ones.
You know the âIâm not good enough,â âwhoâs going to love somebody like me,â âwill I ever find the one, the one who wants all of me, not just my body, whether big or small?â thoughts?
I feel empty now thinking about thisâgreat. God, I need to catch a break. I breathe in and out and look at the mirror again.
I have medium-length hair, and my skin is caramel. I have teardrop-shaped DD boobs. The top part of my body is a size 38, and the bottom part of me is a size 40.
Iâve got an ass for days. Hips and thighs are curvy in the right placesânice and round and intact.
I honestly work out when I can. I have a cute tummy that behaves in some clothing, and in some, well, I just cross my fingers and hope the world doesnât see.
Itâs currently 7 a.m., and I am ready to goâmy hair is flowing as it should, and I am wearing a navy blue tight spandex dress that accentuates my lower body.
We donât want to overwhelm the world with all these assets, now do we? Ha ha ha!
As if on cue, my PA calls.
âHey, Miss Plum.â
âHey, Eva,â I answer.
âI hope you are well and ready for today; weâve got a few clients lined up for you. One particular client, though, requested a meeting at, umâŠ6 p.m. sharp.
âItâs a corporate account, not an individual one, and their budget for their upcoming event is out of this world.
âI wanted to confirm with you if you will make it. Their assistant is very persistent. She keeps calling, needing confirmation.â
I sigh in defeat. âExcuse me, Evaâdid you say 6 p.m.?â
âYes, maâam. I know itâs not your usual time to meet clients but⊠ummmm⊠I figured you would be up for this one.â
âWhat?!â I yell.
âOwww,â she says, uncertainty and fear laced in her voice.
ââOwwwâ?! You know this is a rule of mine. I expect you to know it the best out of my whole team!â I yell. âI donât meet anyone after working hoursâno matter what!
âI donât understand. Whatâs not clear about that? You should know this by now, Evaâthis is unacceptable!â
âBut, Miss Plum, I just sent you the quote. Look at how much theyâre willing to spend. Itâs ridiculous, even for the industry weâre in, for heavenâs sake.â
I flinch like someone just slapped me. Can you believe the disrespect? âCanât you have Maggie meet them?â
Maggie is my partner, and we share all responsibilities equally.
âI did ask, and the assistant insisted on the meeting being with you alone, Miss Plum. I can come along if you need more support since I am the one breaking your routine.â
âWhy would I bring you along? Youâve already messed upâbig time! I donât like this, especially when you plan my life without my consentââI peek over the quote and smirkââbut Iâll do it, just this once!â
âYayyy!â
âBut Iâm fuckinâ warning youâthis better not happen again, no matter how much theyâre willing to pay. We meet on my terms, or we donât meet at all. Itâs a principle I donât break for anybody, are we clear Eva?â I growl.
âYes, maâam, we are crystal clear.â
âGood.â I hang up.
I get my things together, wear my nude four-inch heels, and grab my handbag.
As I am walking out to the elevator, I decide I want to be driven todayâEva killed my good vibe. I call my driver to have him meet me by the lobby.
I head out of the building and into the car, and he drives me to headquarters.
