Not How You Think

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Theme Song: "Amazing Mr.F-Up" by T.I ft Victoria Monet

"Good evening everyone. Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. My name is Wi-."

"Winter Hancock, right?" A gorgeous tall slim muscular built board member interrupts her as he smiles extremely hard.

"Y-yes, I am. And I'm sorry you are?"

"Oh, Chairman Burges. Mickal Burges. I've been following your work as the first EVER female CFO and I have to say I'm highly impressed. You've made us a great deal of money, chér."

"Why thank you!" Winter smiles.

"No love, thank you! With you as CFO for almost 7 years and CEO of the New York location we have quadrupled in revenue and contract fulfillments. But most importantly repeat feeder and supplier contracts and arrangements." Nodding, Mickal winks.

"Well someone has definitely been doing their homework! But your wonderful assessment has actually brought me to the purpose of the meeting!" Launching into her pitch, Winter begins her bewitching presentation to the board. 

Knowing that this crowd still believes in the older ways, she knows her work is cut out for her.

"Bones, I gotta leave." Laurent whispers to Troy.

"Why, Nola?"

"Cause I swear on my boys if that mafucka Burgess looks at Winter and licks his mouth or adjusts his shit in his chair one mo time, I'm finna hurt him."

"Bruh, calm down. You know he ain't finna get nowhere with lil mama. Just like Elliot. Just remember who was with her in their office, lil daddy. That's the difference between you and Blue. She doesn't feed into that flirtatious bullshit. You see she curbed that mafucka. Took his flirting and launched into her presentation to make her 'daddy' some mo money!" Snickering, Troy teases them.

"Fuck you, bruh!" Laughing lightly, Laurent nudges Troy.

"Nah, but straight up ye'aint eva gotta worry 'bout Blue. She stubborn, but she trill. And she a trill ass rider for you lil daddy. Remember that." Tapping Laurent's shoulder Troy listens to the rest of Winter's presentation.

As she concludes her speech she sees a lot of inquisitive faces around the table.

"Obviously, questions?!" She smiles sweetly as the hands shoot up.

Picking people she answers the questions with ease and grace. That is until she gets to an old wrinkly, disgruntled, fossil looking, creole, blue eyed vampire.

"Well ya a city slicka yaself? A yankee yes, girl?"

"Um, yes sir."

"And you said it's workin fine up there in the big city, yes?" He asks again, still in the same snide manner.

"Yes, sir."

"So what makes yuh think these lil lowly southern humans want to go to college?!" He spits.

"Sir, your name please?"

"I'm one of the founding clan members, back when Nolan Baptiste was Worshipful Master. Before his son our most revered Worshipful Master Laurent was even born."

"And your name, sir?" Even though her question is worded sweeter than sugar, it gains scattered snickers from the group.

"Are yuh diggin at me, girl?"

Swallowing her pride, Winter smiles.

"No, sir. I truly would like to address you by your name and about your concerns."

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