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Let the Chips Fall
By: deHamm Date: May 11, 2019, 5:01 pm
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DeAndre sat in a chair as he scratched his ankle through his
pant leg. He'd just finished with his parole officer, and they'd
put him on house arrest and given him an ankle monitor. Since he
said he'd be getting a job, part of his stipulations were to be
home before 7pm. He sighed as he waited for Danny to walk out of
his office again just as he'd done 6months prior. He was
shooting a long shot by returning to his former employer asking
for his job back, but he didn't know where else to start... He
requested time off for a friend's wedding, and he ended up going
to jail. Now he's just now returning 3 months later hoping for a
miracle.
He looked at Susan as she pressed her intercom button.
Susan. Danny... You have someone here to see you...
DeAndre rubbed his hands together as Danny walked out of his
office. He paused slightly when they made eye contact and
DeAndre stood up.
Danny. DeAndre...
DeAndre. Hey man..
Danny looked at Susan then back at DeAndre.
Danny. Uhh. C'mon back..
DeAndre followed Danny back to his office, and Danny closed his
door while DeAndre took a seat in front of his desk.
Danny took his seat behind his desk and looked at DeAndre.
Danny. What's up? It's good to see you man.. I saw you on the
news..
DeAndre nodded.
DeAndre. Yeahh.. It was... It was a lot of shit... But it's over
now... I need my job back man..
Danny paused for a moment.
Danny. Uh... -sigh- DeAndre... You were a really good worker...
Hard worker.. But we're fully staffed. I don't have any
openings..
DeAndre. There's a hiring sign still out front.. I saw the job
post on the internet...
Danny nodded.
Danny. I'm sorry... We don't have a position for you.... The big
wigs also saw you on tv, and they weren't pleased... I was
instructed to terminate your employment that night effective
immediately and list you on the No Hire list..
DeAndre stared at him for a moment then he nodded..
DeAndre. Alright man..
DeAndre went to stand up and Danny stood up with him.. Before
DeAndre walked completely out the room, Danny called out to him
again.
Danny. Hey.. Hold up man...
DeAndre looked over at Danny as he picked up a card off of his
desk, then he walked over to give it to DeAndre.
Danny. A friend of mine owns a construction company.. He's been
looking for some help, and the pay is decent.. He might have
some work for you...
DeAndre looked at Danny then took the card.
DeAndre. Thanks man...
DeAndre continued to walk out of the office and out of the
building. When he got back to his car, he called the number on
the card. After a few moments, the voicemail picked up.
Voicemail. Hey you've reached Javier Concecas of Concecas
Construction. Leave a detailed message and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can. *beep*
DeAndre. Hey uh.. This is DeAndre Jones. I got your card from
Danny Barr, he said you might have a job for me..
DeAndre left his call back number and hung up the phone.
... Moments later, he was pulling up to Andre's house while he
sighed. He felt a light buzz on his ankle as he stepped out of
his car and made his way inside the house. He looked up and saw
Jamal walking from the kitchen.
Jamal. Where you been?
DeAndre. Lookin for work..
Jamal nodded.
Jamal. How'd it go?
DeAndre. I'm still unemployed...
Jamal. Something will fall through for you man.. You talk to
Mariah today?
DeAndre shook his head.
DeAndre. Na... I been tryna give her her space...
DeAndre made his way to the living room and Jamal followed him.
They both took seats and kicked their feet up.
Jamal. Why? You know she don't really want no space from you...
DeAndre. Yeah she do... -sigh- She said we done... Done done.
and Iono. It might be for the best..
Jamal looked over at DeAndre and raised his eye brow.
Jamal. You foreal?
DeAndre shrugged.
DeAndre. She said I can't give her what she want.... Hell. Im
starting to think maybe we are just too different..
Jamal. What you talkin? She been down... -laugh- I think she
just tired of you messing up.. It's like shit just can't get
right..
DeAndre. I can't change that either.. All I can do is what I'm
doing..
Jamal. What's that?
DeAndre. Trying... And fuck if can't nobody else see it.. It
just is what it is.. Ima let the chips fall and see what
happen..
They looked at each other and DeAndre turned his attention back
to the tv as he began to flip through the channels.. His life
was all over the place, but he was determined to get in back on
track for Cade. He didn't know how much he'd be able to get done
with his 7pm curfew, but he knew it was enough time to make
something shake.
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