Chapter 6 Greg

" Greg, can I ask you for a favor? " He asked.

" Yes, sure. Anything. "

" I need you to go to New York City and find the girl for me. When you find her, give me a call and don't stop keeping an eye on her. " He requested.

" Do you have her name? " He asked, " You know it would be difficult searching for her without her name. "

" Zamsii... Her name is Zamsii Carmichael. "

Greg stared surprised. How did he get to know her name? He remembered him not asking the human about her daughter's name.

" How did you get to know her name? "

He shrugged, " I had no choice. "

" You read her mind? " He guessed.

" It wasn't necessary to ask, so I had to. "

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Zamsii ✓

" Oh no, I'm fucking late for work. " I said, folding the sleeves of my shirt as I picked up my car keys.

" Aunty Zamsii, where do you think you're going to? " I turned to see Quincy as she stood with both her hands on her hips.

" Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean? "

" I don't know, dad said you were going to drive me to school today. "

" What? "

" Yes, "

I'm already late for work and now I have to wait for a whole hour for her to have her bath, breakfast and dress up for school.

What have I done to deserve this today?

Quincy is the craziest thing you'll ever wish to have as a sister.

She's only ten and I can't believe she talks so maturedly.

I stared frustratedly at her while she stuck her tongue out at me.

" What the heck are you still standing for?! Go to the bathroom.. Now!! " I yelled. " Why did I ever learn how to drive a car? " I grunted.

While we drove to her school, she kept on playing subway surfing with her tablet.

I was constantly checking the time on my wristwatch. I knew I was late for work and it was all the fault of my little devilish cousin. I don't even know what to call her.

We finally got to the school premises, but she kept playing the game, ignoring the fact that we'd reached her school.

" Quincy? " I called, trying to get her attention that we were already in her school. " Quincy? "

" I know, don't tell me. "

" Well, I was about to tell you to get out of my car. " She eyed me, returning her gaze to the game. " Quincy?"

" Can't I play for a bit? " She looked out of the window to her school, " I'm a bit early today. "

" Well, I'm not. Can you, for Christ's sake, get out, I've got somewhere important to go. " She ignored me.

I started the car, about to drive off when she yelled, " Okay! Stop! Stop the car! "

" Just as I expected. "

" I can't believe you. " She slammed the door closed.

I sighed, zooming to work. It took me fifteen minutes to drive to work and thanks to God Mrs Whitehead isn't here yet.

Nothing was fun about last night. Why do I have to oversleep?

Okay, fine, let's start from scratch. My name is Zamsii Carmichael, I recently graduated from college two years ago. I work in Sparrow's Boutique. It's one of the most famous boutiques in the States and we've got customers from all over the world.

You might wonder why I'm so much in a hurry, and I've got two reasons for that.

First, Mrs Whitehead. She's not the easiest kind of boss you want and she trades her business for no one. And second, I'm her top model for her clothes advert who has to be here on time.

" Miss Zamsii, you're late. " Mr Parker said as he saw me approaching.

" It's really a long story, Mr Parker, I really apologize for that. " I apologized. " Where's Mrs Whitehead? " I asked.

" She hasn't arrived yet. She went out to get some new clothes for the photoshoot. "

I sighed in relief.

" Hurry up, we need to do some practice before she returns. "

I went to the changing room, quickly changing to a different dress. One of the clothes I normally take photos with.

It was sleeveless but I had this bangle I always wear in order to prevent the mark from being exposed.

We took as many photos as we could before Mrs Whitehead arrived.

" Miss Carmichael? " She called.

" Yes, ma'am. "

" I've got new clothes for you. "

Everyone keeps wondering why I kept wearing long sleeves to work every day.

But the truth is, I've got a big secret hidden in one of the sleeves.