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Say My Name ||Part 1||

Two best friends find them selves becoming enemies. Over one man. 
And the fact that the two friends are roommates doesn't help. We'll 
start at the beginning. Not at the end. But it all started when 
Michael made a new friend.
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Jasmine Freeman. Young, inspiring, friendly, strong, beautiful, and 
caring woman was at her worst. She managed, don't know how, but she 
managed to make it through her first day at a new job. The demands 
were ridiculous and the people were absolute pieces of shit. They 
handed their work off to her because she was "new and needed more 
experience", they were also fucking lazy and dead to her by now, but 
she'd never object. She did the work. ALL the work. From every 
department and office she was sent the hardest work while they 
talked on the telephones and drank coffee. She was sick to her 
stomach at the fact she hadn't sat down yet. It was 2pm and she had 
started at 9am. I'm sure you can see where she's coming from. She 
sighed in relief as the intercom shouted "BREAK TIME FOR 30 MINUTES. 
F-L ONLY."

She made her way to a far, overly done break room. It was amazing, 
all the new coffee dispensers and food storage from some 
infomercials. A color tv with good volume and a fine man, making 
himself some lunch. She fell into the comfortable recliner and 
closed her eyes. 
'Finally some rest and comfort,' she thought.

"Excuse me.." a soft yet masculine voice said. She cracked one eye 
open. It was a VERY, VERY handsome tall, wavy haired man who was 
standing in front of her like he wanted something.

"Yes?"

He laughed a little bit, "I think you're sitting on my keys."

She felt her face heat up as she slowly moved over. "I'm SO sorry. I 
was really tired from working so much and just sat down anywhere."

"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect anyone to come into this break 
room. It's for the upper floor." He grabbed his keys of the couch 
recliner and tossed then in his pocket.

"And you WORK on the upper floor?"

"Yes, I manage the two lower floors. I guess you could say I'm the 
boss. You?" He smiled a genuine bright smile at her.

"Well, I'm Jasmine Freeman. I work on one of the two lower floors. 
It's my first day here."

"Jasmine Freeman..I think I read your resume. I'm Michael Jackson by 
the way. 2nd manager on the 4th floor," he stuck his large hand out 
for her to shake. She stood and shook his hand with a smile. His 
hand was pretty soft and perfect feeling. When she smiled, he 
admired the petite mulatto girl. She was beautiful and seemed like a 
hard worker. He made a mental note to go back and look over her 
resume again.

"If you'd excuse me. I'm sure I have some lunch in that fridge," she 
smiled at him again and stepped to the side. He nodded and took a 
seat on the couch recliner. He watched her walk over to the fridge 
and bend down grabbing out a Tupperware container. She put it in the 
microwave and moved on to making herself some tea. There was about 
25 minutes left to her break and it was already at a good start. 
She'd met her (FINE) boss and had time to chat with him and enjoy 
her homebrought lunch. She couldn't wait to tell her best friend, 
Cindy McPhearson when she got home. And SHE made a mental note to 
visit this break room everyday at break. Well, IF she decided to 
keep the job...

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