Bambi Johnson Novels & Stories

Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent. Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him. "Thank God!" She blurted. "Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her. Arching his brows at her. "The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely. "No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished." ********* "Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties. "Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

Chapter 5- Settled If we fail to adapt, we fail to move forward - John Wooden ~***~ “Mr. Winchester, can you help me?” Amber asked. She stepped off the stairs and walked over to where Elijah and William were standing up. “What do you need help with Bambi?” William asked. “My iPod, It’s not charging,” she pouted and handed the iPod to him. After testing almost every socket in the house. William realized that there was no light. “There’s no light Bambi,” he told her. “I’ll get it fixed. Go upstairs to mommy and shut the door.”

“About what?” “My job,” I whispered. “It wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t a real opportunity either. It was Giovanni. He owns the company, he orchestrated the interview, the offer, everything. I was just a pawn… I didn’t even realize it until he said it today. I was played for a fool and simply because I refused to listen, simply because I chose to be stubborn.” Damon’s eyes darkened slightly, but not with anger at me, at least, not the kind I feared.

"Caden?" "Hello Bambi."

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."