Free King of New York by Diamond R. James

the executive of a firm she has applied to, to get in contact with her, but
she is still waiting for the call. To her amazement, Uncle Danny tells her that
he and the executive that she had sent her application to are best of friends.
He tells her she should have no doubt in her mind that the job at hand will
definitely be hers.
    Excitement
and happiness flows through her body; she leaps up like a child and flies into
the arms of Uncle Danny with gratitude and appreciation. Uncle Danny hugs her back
and tells her how excited he is to have seen her.
    “How
are your parents, Vincent, and the lovely blonde Lynette?”
    He
was so caught up in talking to Sierra that he had forgotten to ask about his
old friends.
    “I
spoke to them this morning. They have now made it a habit to constantly check
up on me and I must admit they are doing very well. I’ll tell father I spoke to
you and that he should give you a call.”
    “Please
do. I have not spoken to that old rebel for a while now. Oh how I miss my dear
old friend.”
    “I’ll
definitely tell father I saw and spoke with you,” replies Sierra happily. Uncle
Danny seems happy at the prospect of getting back in touch with his Oxford
University friend and old business partner.
    Their
time at the bar comes to an end and Sierra softly kisses Uncle Danny’s cheek,
waves goodbye, and proceeds to hail a yellow taxi home.
     
    ****
     
    Dressed in an elegant long pale-pink
dress with an enticing slit up the legs, a svelte looking Sierra makes her way
to the function Uncle Danny had invited her to. The function is organised by
New York’s wealthiest investor; who also happens to be a very good friend of
Uncle Danny.
    As she makes her
way up the stairs, the eyes of rich and powerful men gaze admiringly at her,
cameras flash and someone even whistles as she finally makes her way to the top
of the stairs. She looks around, hoping to see Chad Perry. Some women glance
hatefully at her, but she dismisses them as she takes a glass of champagne and
quickly downs it.
    The venue is
beautiful: it is the Metropolitan Museum of Art, with the most expensive
champagnes and wines flowing freely. Sierra sees one of the greatest thinkers
of the 21st century and she suddenly becomes awestruck as she had read her
works while at university, most notably her theory on universality. Her writings
had intrigued Sierra and broadened her thinking, so she thinks it only right
she tells her.
    “Hi there, sorry
to disturb you, but I am a huge fan of yours and I couldn’t pass up on the
opportunity to tell you. Your mind is truly amazing.”
    “Why, thank you
very much. It truly humbles me to know that the younger generation is keen to
explore the fundamentals of society and the mind,” replies the old but exquisitely
beautiful African-American woman.
    “I admire you so
much, especially being a woman and having made it in a field that is mainly
reserved for men, you’re an inspiration for all women.” The woman, clearly
filled with gratitude, hugs Sierra and renders her a few philosophical words
before Sierra leaves to go find Uncle Danny and hopefully catch a glimpse of
Chad.
    She sees Uncle
Danny huddled among the city’s wealthiest men. Shyly, she walks towards the men
and they all turn and stare at her with admiration. Uncle Danny seems excited
as he gladly introduces Sierra to his friends who seem jealous of the fact that
he is the one that knows her and not them.
    “This, gentlemen,
is Sierra, daughter of my dear friend Vincent Malcolm.”
    “Good evening
gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” she says, before an old man with
distinct green eyes and a slight scar interrupts her. She does not take in his
face properly and will probably forget him if she sees him again, however his
green eyes are very captivating.
    “Pleasure is all
mine, please ignore all the old fools. This is my event, so they don’t matter,”
he says playfully as he kisses her hand. The green in his eyes is potent