It was an early morning in the city as Khari drove in his Mercedes through the busy streets of New York heading down to Manhattan. He saw some school kids joking and playing around as they walked to school. Khari laughed at the young boy who was trying to talk to a young lady as he stopped at a red light, the young lady wasn't giving the young man any play.

As the light turned green Khari rushed to his office. He had so much work to do before his photo shoot with this intern the magazine was sending in to take pictures of him for their new ad.

He found a parking spot not to far from his office, he thanked god in his head because lord knows that it was difficult to find a parking spot in the city, especially in the morning.

Khari grabbed his things from his back seat and walked to his office getting a warm "Good morning" from his receptionist. Khari smiled back at the beautiful brown skin women.

Khari walked into his office seeing Julia sitting in the comfy, office chair he had for clients.

"Good morning." Julia spoke with a smile giving the large man a look over. Julia found Khari very attractive but decided to keep it to herself, she wanted to keep her job but sometimes that could be difficult when she saw the young boss in his fitted suits that hugged his body perfectly showing that he was built. Every once in a while they would battle seductive looks and small remarks but they knew to be professional when they were in the work place.

"Good morning Julia." He smiled back at her. "This heat in here is out of control, it's burning up in here." He said taking of his blazer. Showing his muscles even more. He walked over to his phone and called down to the receptionist.

"Yes, Mr. Sage?" She answered.

"Can you call maintenance and tell them to come fix the heating up here." He asked

"Sure can." She said before hanging up the phone.

He put the phone back on the hook and took a seat in his chair. Khari loved his success, he loved being able to say he was a business man and the CEO of his own company.

"I put out an ad for a new Senior editor, I put the applicants on your desk, they're in the white folder." She informed him.

"Thank you. Where will I be going for the photo shoot?"

"They'll be sending a driver to come pick you up." She told him. "They're treating you like you're royalty." Julia joked causing Khari to chuckle a little.

"Seriously. I can drive myself but I mean it saves me some gas money." He joked.

He checked the time on his Rolex. "Ah." He groaned standing from his seat. He picked up his blazer and slid it back on. "Let's get to this meeting with these marketers." He said buttoning this jacket.

Julia stood pulling her dress down and turning towards the office door. Khari couldn't help but stare at the mocha skinned female. She looked good in her red suit that hugged her backside perfectly.

The two walked out of the office and down the hall to the meeting room. Khari opened the door for Julia she sauntered into the business room. He sat at the head of the table as she sat beside him with all the other business men and women.

"You look good today." He seductively whispered to Julia causing her to blush a bit.

"Let's begin." Julia spoke beginning the meeting.

"Let's get straight to it, if we can get Thomas Frazier we'll make good money but if we really want to sky rocket and be the number one magazine company I suggest we invest all of our time into Daniella Sanchez, she's gaining tons of publicity and she's also doing great due to her involvement in the Me 2 movement." One of the marketers spoke.

"Let's work our way up to Daniella. We already got Thomas on the train to meeting with us." Julia spoke.

"Exactly, lets just call a meeting with Daniella and show her why Francois is meant for her." Khari spoke.

They talked numbers of the magazines that have been sold. Then concluded with their meeting. Khari was pleased with the amount of money that was rolling in.

He went back to his office and began reading some articles about Daniella and some stories by other clients that wanted to sign with him.

It was a normal school day as Kiara sat in the college campus cafe. Troy didn't have lunch with her due to him having classes on Friday's and Monday's at this time. Kiara continued to watch YouTube as she ate her fries. She didn't mind sitting alone but she rather sit with a friend. It wasn't like she was in high school again, where sitting by herself bothered her a lot but in college sitting by herself was normal and she liked it. Even though every once in a while Laurel would bother her. Kiara found it immature because they were grown and she was still trying to bully people. Kiara knew if she had the guts to say something to her she would she just..couldn't.

Her phone rang, interrupting her interview she watched of the Breakfast Club. She loved watching them because of how messy they were and it made it funnier when they switched topics and asked the most random questions to throw the guest off. She answered her phone to the unknown number.

"Hello?" Kiara answered.

"Hi, Ms. Palet, this is Cindy from New Status Magazine.." the lady spoke.

"Hi." Kiara beamed. She was way passed excited to finally be able to take photos for the new and only talked about magazine in the city.

"We were wondering if you had any way of transportation to the shoot today? If not we can send one of our amazing drivers to come get you." The young women spoke.

"Okay, that'll be fine." Kiara said next giving the lady her information. She wanted to avoid taking the train as much as she could.

It was now noon and Kiara rushed home to change and grab her photography supplies. She called Troy to meet her so he could help her with some things at the shoot plus she just wanted some support. Kiara heard the front door open. Her anxiety began to run high because she knew it was her uncle.

"Kiki?" Carlos spoke aloud. Kiara remained silent. She wanted to avoid him as much as she could. "Kiki, I know you're here." He said, his foot steps grew louder, next stopping. Kiara stood still, as if her feet were glued to the floor.

"Where you going?" He asked standing at her door frame. Kiara didn't speak. "I asked you a damn question!" He shouted, startling Kiara.

"Out." She spoke. Kiara was scared but she refused to show him that because then he'll think he had control over her.

He grinned, walking closer to her. "You think you grown." He said walking closer to her, now directly behind her. He examined Kiara. Kiara continued to look at her bed, she couldn't turn around, she couldn't look the 43 year old man in his face, she was too afraid.

"I am grown, I'm 22." She spat.

He laughed once more. He moved a strain of her curly hair over behind her shoulder. He leaned towards her, putting his hands on both sides of her shoulders, he put his mouth to her ear and caressed her arm. "I'll show you what grown is." He whispered seductively in her ear, sending chills down Kiara's body. She was now past afraid, she was terrified. She prayed in her head that it wouldn't get to where she thought it would.

"Carlos, can you move please.." she begged. His grip grew tighter and usually Kiara was able to shake him off but she couldn't this time, she was weak.

"Aww Kiki.." he cooed. "Just relax, I ain't gon hurt you." He said moving the rest of her hair away from her neck and now putting his lips to her neck.

Kiara grew some strength and hit him in the head with hers. "Carlos get off!" She yelled as he let go holding his head in pain.

She grabbed her things and ran out of the apartment immediately. Once she made it out the building she ran into Troy.

"Woah woah woah, slow down missy. Was you about to leave me?" He joked, having no clue what just happened.

"No, I was rushing, i..I thought the car was here." She lied. She couldn't tell Troy what happened, he would literally kill Carlos and she didn't want him to. She believed that Carlos would get what he needed soon.

"You good?" He asked concerned.

"Y..yeah. I'm chillin." She said. "They're here." She said pointing to the black car that pulled up to them. The two climbed in and enjoyed the ride to the magazine company.

Kiara was now setting up her equipment and making sure all her things were together.

"Mr. Francois will be here soon." One of the workers at the photo studio told Kiara. Kiara smiled and nodded.

"Can we put on some music of something? It's dry as hell in here?" Troy whined.

"All you do is complain." Kiara rolled her eyes as she got a bottle of water.

"Well I'm sorry that I'm tryna get hype, it's too damn quiet in here, there's no energy." He rambled. "I don't know about you but when I'm getting my pictures taken I need some music. So I can give em all of this face." Troy joked causing Kiara to laugh.

As the two friends continued to joke and gossip about what was going on on campus at school they heard clapping and cheering. They stopped and turned towards the commotion, seeing the tall, dark skin, fitted man Kiara's jaw dropped. It was him. Her handsome poet.

"Aww shit." Troy was shocked. He thought it was such a coincidence that 3 days ago he told his best friend that she'll see the man again and there she was, seeing him again, up, close and personal.

"You must be my photographer." The man said walking up to Kiara with his hand waiting for a handshake.

Kiara smiled and put her hand into the young man's. "Nice meeting you. Mister??" She said going completely blank of his name.

"Francois." He flashed a smile showing his perfectly white teeth causing Kiara to melt in the inside.

"Mr. Francois." She said shaking his hand. "I'm Kiara Palet." She introduced herself.

"Nice meeting you." They stopped shaking hands and Khari walked away.

Kiara turned to Troy smiling from ear to ear. "Calm ya happy ass down."

"Troy it's him. Broo." Kiara was excited as hell.

"I know, I can see. Just remember what you're here for." Troy began. "To show out and to get these rich people to see what you got so you can get hired and make some bread." He reminded his best friend, snapping her back into reality.

"You right." Kiara agreed.

Khari came back out with a fresh new suit. Kiara directed him on what to do as she began to snap pictures of the young man. He was a natural, Khari knew how to pose, what faces to make, the camera loved him. It was the easiest shoot Kiara has ever done.

As they took their photos, Khari was getting interviewed by one of the writers for the magazine.

Khari was having a good time at his photo shoot. He was getting interviewed by one of the writers for the magazine as the beautiful, young photographer took pictures of him. He was enjoying the sight of the young women. He could tell she was professional and has done this multiple times. She wore a pair of blue ripped jeans that were cut at the knees, a red and white college sweatshirt, which told him that she was still enrolled, she added some red and white OG Air Jordan 1s. He liked her style. Even though it was very simple he could see she didn't care that she wasn't as flashy as the other people in the building. He was intrigued at her quite demeanor. She would talk every once in and while but only to direct him or to her light skin friend who was helping her.

"What made you get into poetry?" The interviewer asked him as the young, brown skin women took his photos.

"Ever since I was young, I loved reading and music. My older brother used to walk around the house and rap and I liked the word play, so one day I tried it..." he said.

"Can you spit something for us?" Kiara asked jokingly.

"See, you setting me up for failure." Khari laughed. "When I tried it my flow and rhythm was completely off so he told me to try poetry. I'm not gonna lie I thought poetry was weird. But I was wrong and I fell in love with writing and telling a story."

It was now 2:45 and the photo shoot was coming to an end. Kiara was showing Khari the pictures and so far he was loving them.

"These are dope!" He beamed. "You have a gift. Good job." He said high-fiving Kiara. It made Kiara blush.

"Thank you. Soon all of New York will know about Francois Publishing and their handsome CEO." She complimented.

Khari grinned down at the little women. "Actually.." he began. "How would you like to take some pictures of my office for our website. I've been looking for a photographer and you're really good." He asked Kiara.

"Sure, I would love to." She exclaimed.

"Great." Khari pulled out his card and handed it to her. They discussed prices and once they came to an agreement they were now in their way to building a website.

Kiara and Troy left and all that was left was Khari.

"We'll send you the ad once it's ready. Thank you Mr. Francois." Said the writer.

"No problem, thank you for having me." He said shaking her hand and then leaving out.

Khari was exhausted but his work day wasn't over, it had only begun.

Kiara and Troy went out to grab some food and to chill at his house for a while. Kiara eventually told Troy what happened with her and her uncle and he insisted for her to stay with him and his mom.

Kiara didn't know what to do because she couldn't just up and leave, she still had to pay bills there and all of her things were there and she knew for a fact that she wouldn't want to just get her things and barge into their home. She was only supposed to stay there for a week, not longer.

"We'll figure it out." Troy comforted her. "But ima beat ya uncle ass." He calmly spoke.