Tyson Reese
He was glad that the dinner went well. Tyson looks out the window of his office, the sun's rays lighting up his office. He swivels his chair from side to side in front of the window in deep thought about Aynslee. He felt absolutely blissful from the dinner he had with Aynslee last night. He almost forgot how great of a conversationalist she was. She didn't look ill a like a crack head, so what was she doing on that side of town? That really did rack his mind up. The day when he found Aynslee still rings horrible thoughts in his mind, he touches his chin. Tyson knew that's where she grew up at but back in high school, both of them along with two other best friends made a pack, a vow, a deep promise to never come back to that side of town ever again. What made Aynslee go over there? The ringing of his office phone scares him; flinching and almost falling backwards in his chair. He catches the corner of his desk to make sure he did not fall and swivels towards his desk and answers, "Apex Science Computers; Tyson Reese speaking."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLFCq55hxH
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"You said you would call me back."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1Qs0Y76zV
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Tyson sighs at the annoying voice on the other end of the ling, "Noelle, I said no such thing. Plus, I told you that I wanted nothing to do with you and you know why."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5gPHbGxAC
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Noelle sighs, "But your son..."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTf8tpJ7VtK
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"That ain't none of my child." Tyson yells thankful that his door to his office is closed. "I told you this."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1FsHwx9Tv
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"He is your son, Tyson. He wants to see you. Please." Noelle begs.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwJFQJ2AAUC
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"No, he is not. The doctors said so when he needed a transfusion. Our blood types do NOT match!"734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmbw3y29wz
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"Doctors are a bunch of quakes and don't know what they are talking about. He is your son, Tyson. Please, believe me. I want you to have him in your life...or him have yo-."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5x1DfxCPg
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"He is not my child." Tyson angrily slams down the phone causing the side of the phone to crack. He rubs his temples and puffs out a stressful sigh as he looks up at the ceiling. He did not understand why she thought that the kid was/is his. After he found out that he and the baby had different blood types, he had the doctors check everything else right down to the baby hairs on the baby's head. The DNA was not a match anywhere. As of now, he did not know what to do about Noelle and the whole jest of the baby matter. Then finding out Noelle was already married, when he was about to propose to her. Her husband comes out of nowhere and threatens Tyson to stay away from Noelle. He didn't understand why females lied to him? Or why he picked such shitty options. He really did have a thing for Noelle but that thing was long gone now. He just wanted a decent female with something going for herself other than having a husband that runs around and sells dope all day. He wanted a female that does something for herself without the help of a man but just wanted a man for the company. Not sexual company either, but real company. But the old days were long gone, where gentlemen were actually gentlemen and ladies were actual ladies. Now, there is a variety of personalities from both male and female going on.
His door creaking open interrupts his thoughts. He looks up to see Maryanne standing there, "I knocked." She informs him. 734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBX2Y3mubJ
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He must have been so deep in his own thoughts and feelings that he didn't hear the knock on his door. "It's fine. Come in."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVt6Qe8rwh9
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Maryanne sits on the sofa to the right of his desk. "You have a meeting with Brownie Jordan for the merging of your two companies at 2:30pm." She reminds him of the schedule. "Then, at 5:30pm you and Tam Blusteel have a meeting about my concoction that I made a week ago." She looks at Tyson, "something bothering you?"734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS6JxixAckl
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Tyson sighs. "Naw, just work. What would happen if I took a rain check on those meetings?"734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvbZzoPDpfx
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Maryanne pulls a notepad from her back pocket and flips through the sheets in order to find what she is looking for. "Okay. Found it. The reschedule would be on Thursday at 7am with Jordan and for Blusteel...10am."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvXUGIpYTO
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Tyson nods. "Okay, that's good." He stands and packs up his things. He seriously need a personal day, considering the fact that he hadn’t taken one since his father handed the business over to734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwmC7LCQwIB
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"Are you leaving for the day?" Maryanne asks standing.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5u4u0Juv6B
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Tyson nods holding the door open for Maryanne to get out, he closes the office door. "Well..." He stops in the middle of his sentence.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG1VNrJ2bxN
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Tyson walks to the elevator door. Maryanne follows behind him asking him, "Where are you going?"734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr0Xa8bEv7U
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Tyson repeatedly pushes the 'down' button. "With the fellas. I need to think, like really think." The elevator dings and opens up. Tyson gets on the elevator. "Cover things for me, please. Don't go overboard." The elevator door closes and goes down to the ground floor where executive parking is. He gets off and walks to his car. He is suddenly thrown into his car face first and a cold steel pointing to his neck.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp6jK7qAyOl
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"Where's Aynslee Velasquez?" The gruffly voice demands.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMDRJ26gpn
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"I honestly don't know." Sweat rolls down Tyson's face as fear settles in making his heart beat quicken.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPtWLRwKCc3
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"Yeah, you do. I know you do." The unknown assailant pushes the gun into the back of Tyson's neck a little harder. "I want to know. Where is she at!"734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv8WzqqZJ6x
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Tyson sighs trying to stay calm, "Look man. I do not know where Aynslee is. Last time I saw her was when I picked her from that alley. The next morning she bounced, I swear man."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ScMcXxXRh
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The unknown assailant chuckles stepping off Tyson, but still has his gun aimed at the back of his head. Without a pause, Tyson draws his own gun. The masked assailant’s eyes widen in fear. "I told you I don't know where the fuck she is, bruh." Tyson's guns is aimed directly in the middle of the assailant’s forehead, also with his finger gently tapping the trigger. Thinking if he should pull the trigger or not. It would certainly make his day to actually be able to dead a nigga and get away with it, like he used to be able to do. But, now cops had stepped up their game and would call swat faster than anything else.734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4W3urwqbbV
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"A'ight dawg." He drops his gun and takes off running at full speed. Whilst hauling ass, he mumbles, "Man, fuck orders! I am not dying for no female."734Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpDRpXoCrqt
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Blinking a little stunned, Tyson couldn't believe that happened. A thug that ran from a gun fight after trying to be all hard. All Tyson could do was blink in confusion as he got into his car shaking his head. He throws the gun on the passenger seat and drives out of the parking garage.
