I walked out of my real estate office on cloud nine. I walked over to the valet station to get my truck. The valet brought my matte black on black 2020 Mercedes Benz G-Class from the parking garage.
“Thanks so much,” I said, tipping him fifty dollars, and hopping in my truck. I took off my suit jacket and kicked off my Christian Louboutins. I grabbed my fur flops in the back and put them on. I didn’t know how women walked in these all day. I hopped on the freeway and made my way to my house.
As I drove home, I thought about how far I’ve come. I was 27 years old and owned a real estate firm. A little black girl from the slums who made it out. I didn’t have any family support; I didn’t have anybody but my best friend, Terri. Life wasn’t easy to get here. My mother was on drugs and she was a prostitute. My father was her pimp. I didn’t come from the Cosby family, in fact, my family didn’t give a damn. A lone tear slid down my cheek, thinking of how my parents took care of me. My only way out was when my parents were arrested and Terri’s mom took me in. Terri and I were next door neighbours. Terri’s mom treated me just like her own. When Terri got anything I did too and that’s why I take care of her; she saved my life. I graduated high school and instead of prom I was working at McDonald’s doing overtime.
Once I arrived at the airport, I headed right for the TSA line. “You have got to be kidding me,” I said aloud, looking at the line going through TSA. I wasn’t late or anything, I didn’t feel like waiting in the line. “I have to invest in flying private from now on,” I said and stood in line. Surprisingly, the line moved quickly, and I made my way to the gate. It was about 20 minutes until boarding time. “We will now board our first-class passengers in zone 1,” the gate agent said. I flung my Maxi Chanel bag over my shoulder and made my way down the jet bridge. I took my seat and pulled my cover out of my bag. I hoped to sleep the majority of the flight. I fastened my seat belt, let my seat back, snuggled in my blanket, and closed my eyes. This is going to be a long ass ride, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the flight and ordered some food. We had 4 more hours to go, so I decided to do some work and listen to music. By the time I finished working and eating, we were about to land. I was so thankful because I was over the long plane ride. I changed my attitude quickly when I looked out the window and saw how beautiful the island was.
We landed safely and I was the first person to get off the plane. When I stepped off, I went to baggage claim to get my bags. When I arrived, I noticed a driver holding up a sign with my name on it. “I’m Summer,” I said, walking over to him. He told me he would grab my luggage. After he got my luggage, we walked outside to a 2021 Escalade black on black truck. He opened the door for me, and as I got in, he went and put my luggage in the trunk. There was a champagne flute filled to the rim with a strawberry floating at the top. “Is this mine?” I asked the driver.