The Marriage Pass by Briana Cole

Author:Briana Cole [Cole, Briana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2020-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“ Dr. Graham, you have a visitor.”

Claudia stood in his doorway, her fingers fiddling with the waistline of her floral print dress. Her huge glasses nearly hid her face, but he could easily detect the frown creases embedded in the side of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Dorian asked, leaning back in his chair.

She opened her mouth to respond but stopped short when Dorian’s friend Kenny appeared at her side. “Oh, excuse me, Ms. Claudia,” he said.

Claudia sat her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Boy, don’t you see grown folks in here talking?” she teased.

Kenny laughed. “I just need to have a quick word with my boy,” he said.

“Hmph,” Claudia grunted and waved off the statement. “Don’t you ever work? Seems like you always up here bothering him.” She nodded her head in Dorian’s direction.

He had to laugh at the truth of the comment. Kenny worked in the IT department of a company on the eighteenth floor of the building, but he was always finding a reason to trek it up to his office. Dorian had had to put him out numerous times so he could get some work done. They’d met six months ago in the cafeteria the day Dorian had rented a suite on the twenty-eighth floor for his practice. A lifetime of knowing each other couldn’t have made him closer. Dorian used to tease that Kenny just hung around trying to get glimpses of the fine-ass women that paraded through his office for body work. Kenny had never confirmed nor denied that assumption.

Claudia left them alone, and Kenny immediately shut the door and plopped down in one of the box arm guest chairs across from Dorian’s desk. “Man, that lady . . . I tell ya,” he said, shaking his head.

“Stop it. You know Ms. Claudia just likes to make fun of your crazy ass,” Dorian said, saving the files he had been working on. “Besides, you can’t get mad when she tells the truth. You don’t work.”

“Shit, I work enough,” Kenny countered. “Within my forty-hour work week, my projects get done.”

Dorian swiveled around in his office chair to gaze out at the Atlanta high-rises. He always marveled at this magnificent view and its calming effect. Right now, the sky had darkened with the projected rain, but the forecast did nothing to stop the traffic and congested sidewalks.

“I came in to see what we’re doing for lunch,” Kenny said. “You know Becca and all them folks over in Human Resources having that retirement party thing, but I don’t want none of that nasty-ass food.”

Dorian chuckled and glanced at the digital clock on his desk. “It’s only a quarter till eleven. I wasn’t trying to go to lunch right now. It’s too damn early.”

“Oh, for real? What time do stomachs usually open?” Dorian laughed as Kenny rubbed his midsection for emphasis. “You know my girl can’t cook,” he went on. “Sending her man out in the mornings on Frosted Flakes and shit.”

The knock had Dorian turning to eye the closed office door.

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