She laughed, truly amused. She’d told her grandfather her cousin Michael wasn’t the person to run things. He couldn’t even run a pair of panties up a flagpole without help.
“Jorja, the feds have been coming around again, and Mike has threatened to tell them whatever it takes to get you behind bars if you don’t help us.”
“Tell him that won’t get him a dime of my money,” she replied coldly. “Even if I was to spend a day in jail, Jena wouldn’t be at liberty to give you a dime either.”
“Just help us save this,” he insisted. “You once loved the store as much as I do.”
“Once upon a time, I was eager to run Diamond Glow, I had big plans to grow the business. I had designs that would make the name even more recognizable, but now, I have my own store.” She shrugged. “I have a new design coming out. Well, two.” She smiled. One to commemorate the birth of her daughters and a present for her wife.
“You were the best,” Anthony murmured. “Let us have those designs,” he pleaded. “And the gems you were going to use.”
She laughed again. “Come a little closer Ant and say that into my good ear because I seem to be hard of hearing.”
Published on June 14, 2024 04:04