The next day started off quite early. Roxanne groaned when the rays of the sun penetrated into her room. She kicked off her blanket and stared at her digital clock on the dressing table.
"7.25!" She complained, and grabbed a towel then rushed to the bathroom.
After a quick, revitalizing bath, she donned a striped skirt suit with a blouse under the coat and matching striped earrings and high-heels. She let her hair hang freely down her back and put on her favorite golden necklace and watch. With a final touch of make up and mascara, she winked at her reflection, grabbed her striped purse, and strolled to the kitchen counter.
"Don't we look lovely!" Her mother complimented her as she came down the stairs, making her smile. The outfit curved out her gorgeous body and the make up put a fitting touch to her grace.
"You look beautiful, sweetie. My baby girl is now a woman," her father said proudly as he admired her outfit. "What do you think, son?" He asked Arnold. Arnold looked up at her.
"She looks awesome," he commented as he looked at her from head to toe.
"Thanks, all. Thank you very much. Mom, you're gorgeous as always and full of life, Dad, you've nailed it with your three-piece suit, and Arnie, kudos, you look wonderful today," Roxanne summarized as she took a seat and served herself some coffee and French omelettes. She glanced at her brother.
Arnold was a taller-than-average thin, handsome young man with a deep shrill voice. He always clouded his forehead with his neck-length curly hair because it was an acne zone.
Time was not on Roxanne's side. She quickly cleared her plate and cup.
"I'm off, guys. Super breakfast, Mom," she said, then took her purse and got up from her chair. Arnold sipped the last of his tea and cleared up his omelettes, then stood up as well and wore his backpack. He was clad in a well-fitting checked shirt with a white T-shirt inside, jeans, and Air Jordans.
"Me too," he said. His father gave him his lunch money and he was off.
"Later, Mom and Dad," Roxanne said to her parents as she left.
"Bye honey, have a nice day," they said in unison.
Mr. Simmons adjusted his coat and rose from his seat. He took his wife in his arms and kissed her lengthily. She looked young for her age and was still beautiful, with long flowing golden hair that she put together in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a trim figure that made her husband stay faithful to her all their years of marriage.
"Thanks for the breakfast, honey. It was as delicious as you," Mr. Simmons cooed lovingly into her ear and took his briefcase. He added, "have a wonderful day, darling," as he left.
"You too, sweetheart," she replied, and watched him as he went, with his large, burly figure and glossy dark hair dancing from side to side, and smiled to herself for being lucky enough to have such a husband.
Away from the bright, optimistic side of Manhattan, deeper than the dark alleys, deeper than the suburbs, down to the boondocks, was a confidential, brutal organization headed by an obese bearded bald black man known as Big Boss Sheezy.
He relaxed in his office as he went through his computer, with a young, voluptuous Asian woman with long, gray hair seated at his side—on his lap—and a ferocious-looking beefy man in a shirt and jeans standing at his other side.
"Double M, call Jack Al here immediately," Big Boss Sheezy said to the beefy man, whose name was Murray Murphy, then turned to the Asian woman, who was lusciously beautiful and whose name was Love Lee, and began kissing her passionately as his right hand man, Murray, made the call.
"He's on his way, sir," Murray reported to his boss as he put the phone in the back pocket of his jeans.
After a while, a tall, well-built man in a polo shirt and fitting jeans appeared before Big Boss Sheezy. He was attractive and had long, curly shoulder-length hair, side burns, and a moustache plus goatee. His bushy brows combined with a steely gaze from his gray eyes made him look fierce and ruthless.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" He asked Big Boss Sheezy in his rough, hoarse voice. Big Boss Sheezy looked at him.
"Jackie, my man! Looking fly as usual. How you, dawg?" He greeted jovially, and wrapped his arm around Love Lee's waist.
"I'm fine, sir. Thanks," Jack Al replied, and glanced at Love Lee and her generous cleavage. She admired his physique and licked her lips as she did, without her man Big Boss Sheezy's knowledge.
"I'll get straight to the point: Big Boss Sheezy loves money and beautiful women like my fine gurl Love Lee over here, so here what he wants: There is a huge company over at the East Side of this fine city of ours called Wise Enterprises. I want you to get me some green, Jack baby. Are we clear?" Big Boss Sheezy said to Jack Al as Love Lee kissed him on the side of the neck.
"Got it, sir," Jack Al replied.
"And Jackie baby," Big Boss Sheezy started, then concluded, "Big Boss Sheezy hates blunders." Jack Al nodded grimly.
Just as they were talking, a man and woman came in carrying huge bags. Big Boss Sheezy smiled and clapped his hands.
"Here's the loot we looted from the warehouse, sir," the man said as he dropped the huge bag he was carrying beside him in a heap.
"It was not easy, sir. We had to shed plenty of blood for it," the woman added, and also dropped her bag.
"I'm proud of both of you, Damian and Easter. Congratulations," Big Boss Sheezy said to them.
The man's name was Damian Luis. He was a guy with overtanned skin, hairy arms and chest, strong muscular frame, a shaved head choice, a stern face, and a beard.
"Thank you, sir," he said in his baritone voice. He was Jack Al's best friend.
The woman's name was Easter Monday. Though she joined the crime organization, she was soft-spoken and was beautiful, with her almost-brown hair forming an Afro, and her doll face looking to die for thanks to her long, dark eyelashes, deep blue eyes and naturally cherry-red lips.
Her features were well defined and balanced, with her breasts and backside being medium-sized. The black bustier and trousers she wore carved out her slim, feminine shape. Her long neck was a fine addition to her unique features. She was Damian's girlfriend.
"Why don't y'all take some green from there and go have some fun," Big Boss Sheezy said to them happily as Love Lee stroked his bald head then licked him on the side of his face. He shuddered excitedly and pressed her onto him. "You're a bad girl," he whispered to her.
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Take me to your bed and you'll see how bad I can get," she replied seductively.
"Will that be all, sir?" Jack Al asked Big Boss Sheezy. Damian and Easter took some of the cash.
"Yes, Jackie. You may leave," he replied.
"Thank you, sir," Easter said to her boss, then held her boyfriend.
"We're grateful, sir," Damian added, after wrapping an arm around Easter's curved waist, then kissing her.
"Don't mention it. You both deserve it. Go take care of your gurl nice, Damey baby. Give it to her real slow," Big Boss Sheezy said, then smiled at his girl. Damian smiled shyly at Easter as they left in each other's arms.
"Coming, Jack?" Easter asked Jack Al.
"Sure," he replied absent-mindedly. The three left together.
"Double M, make sure this cash goes to The Dungeon," Big Boss Sheezy ordered Murray, then motioned Love Lee to get up.
"You've got some ass, gurl. My leg feels numb," he said as she got up.
"I'm a doll. What do you expect?" She replied. Big Boss Sheezy got up and held her from behind.
"You're so hot, baby," he whispered to her. She turned to him and hugged him. Then, she started removing his coat. He stopped her. "Not here, doll. Not here. Let me show you where," he said to her gently, then wrapped his arm around her and walked away with her.
"You're free to go, Double M," he said behind his back to Murray. Murray took the bags and carried them to the Dungeon, where valuable items were stored.
Roxanne had arrived at her workplace and was surprised to find a package on her desk. Bree had not yet arrived. She put her purse on the desk and examined the neat, well-packaged package. She sat down, took it in her hands, and admired it. It was addressed to her. Before she could think of opening it, numerous files were stacked on her desk.
"This is a workplace, not a lovers' zone. The boss wants these files in 10, so you'd better get to it," the deliverer said.
It was Trish Mae, and she was clad in a sleeveless top and dark trousers. She wrapped up her hair neatly into a ponytail. Roxanne watched her as she swayed to Bree's desk with her share of files.
"I see your sassy friend isn't here yet," Trish said, and stacked up the numerous files onto her desk. "When she gets here, tell her she's got 20 to present these files. They're urgently needed," she said, then swayed away. Roxanne put the package aside and got down to business. Just then, Bree arrived.
"What did Miss Boobs want?" She asked a busy Roxanne, who indicated her occupied desk.
"She brought those. They're needed by Mr. Reynolds in 20 minutes," she replied.
"Oh my God. I'd better get to it then," Bree said urgently after settling on her swivel chair and putting her portable purse on her desk. "You look lovely, by the way," she complimented Roxanne while working.
"Thanks, likewise," Roxanne returned, fully involved in her work. Bree was clad in a dark blouse that was neatly tucked into a gray skirt with a slit at the back and slingbacks. Her hair hung at her sides.
After seven painstaking minutes of carefully analyzing information in the files and sorting them out, Roxanne was through. She got up heavily, took in a deep breath, and carried the six files she had sorted to her boss' office.
Bree was still sweating hard trying to complete the work before time was up. Trish couldn't believe that Roxanne had completed the work within such a short time. Roxanne knocked on her boss' door uneasily.
"Come in!" Came the reply. She staggered in with the heavy files.
"Here are the files you required, sir," she said proudly, and stacked them gently on her desk, then adjusted her striped coat and stood straight. Mr. Reynolds was impressed.
"Wow, Miss Roxanne. You're through already?" He said, while admiring her outfit while swinging sideways on his swivel chair.
"Yes, sir. Are there any more?" She replied with a confident gaze into his eyes. He took one of the files and went through it.
"Let me go through these first. Nice work, Roxanne. You may leave," he said, without looking at her.
"Thank you, sir," she said, and left. After she left, she met Bree rushing towards their boss' office with the files she was to sort. "Hurry up, Bree," she called out after her with a smile.
She felt confident. Her desk was as she left it. She sat and resumed admiring the package, then slowly tore off the decorative wrapper and opened it. It was a pair of red heels, and attached to one of them was a note that read: 'I hope you love them, Roxanne. Beautiful heels deserve beautiful feet like yours. Charlie.'
After reading the last statement, she took the shoes and tried them on. They were a perfect fit. One of her greatest weaknesses was shoes—beautiful, stylish ones.
"A package…" Bree spontaneously intruded, then took the empty cartons and scanned through them. She read the note and smiled. "Charlie really has a way with words. Let me see the heels," she said excitedly. Roxanne proudly displayed them. "Beautiful. They suit you fine," she complimented. Roxanne smiled and took them off.
"They're gorgeous, but they don't match with my outfit. I'll just save them for later," she said, while carefully placing them back in the package.
"As for Charlie?" Bree asked, while taking her seat then stroking her hair. Roxanne breathed in deeply as she wore her original heels.
"He'll have to go. I'll have to break it to him gently during coffee," she said.
"And as for the heels?" Bree inquired, then eyed the package.
"I'll keep them, duh! I can't let such beauties slip through my fingers," Roxanne replied, then laughed slightly.
"It's coffee break time," Bree announced as she looked at her watch.
"Thank God! I could use some coffee!" Roxanne exclaimed, while holding her head with both hands.
"Don't look now, but here comes Mr. Charmer, and he's got a bouquet of roses," Bree reported, while staring directly at Charlie.
"This is going to be hard," Roxanne lamented wearily, with her eyes glued to him.