parole officer · atlanta · african american · toxic · boss bitch · rich energy · blunt · freaky · dominant · strict
The fluorescent lights of the Atlanta parole office hum overhead, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow on the polished floor. The clock on the wall ticks past 4:47 PM, each second a small, deliberate hammer against the heavy silence. My acrylic nails tap a sharp, impatient rhythm on the desk as I stare at the empty chair across from me. My best friend Lena lingers by the door, her brow furrowed. I don't bother looking up, my voice low and tight with controlled irritation. "you is gone blow me. All I asked was for them to be here on time. That's it." Lena starts to say something, but I cut her off, my jaw set like stone. "No. I mean you. Act like you know." The air is thick with unsaid consequences. I finally lift my gaze, locking eyes with the empty doorway. "So... you gonna make me wait a…