Tony Hannah-Dennis

The Black Book

Well, I believe we are done here, my love Terrell Tanden said to his daughter Yara. Just in case someone followed me here, do me a favor and leave out the back in twenty minutes, it’s all been arranged just let Mateo our waiter know when you’re ready. No worries dad I’m expecting some friends for drinks so I’ll be staying for a while. Terrell laughs nervously and gives his daughter a kiss on the forehead as he leaves the restaurant. He just finished having lunch with his 25-year-old daughter Yara, whom he had in college and was still a secret to the world. He replays the conversation with his daughter. I’m trusting you to protect this information for me, I can’t tell you how bad it would be if it were lost or stolen.Terrell then passed Yara a black book wrapped in a plastic bag across the table. Don’t worry dad, Yara assures him, I understand and I promise you I will protect it. Good, you are the only one I can trust right now. He took out his phone and called for his driver to bring the car around. As he walked out Mateo watches one of the most powerful and richest men in the world exit. Mateo now turns his attention to the young woman he left sitting at the table. He notices her putting a black book into her bag. Walking over to the table where she sat alone, Mateo leans down next to Yara and asks if she needs anything else? No thanks, it’s Mateo right Yara asked? Yes, Mateo replied, still leaning over so only Yara could hear him. I’m expecting some friends, can you let me know when they arrive? Sure I can do that for you, said Mateo. When Yara’s friends arrived and were seated at the bar, Mateo informed her they were there. As Yara walked over to join her friends she yelled out, hey bitches order some shots. After six shots and feeling a little tipsy Yara announced to her friends it was time to depart. Why so soon they all wanted to know? Because I’m flying out to meet Jordan in Costa Rica. Well damn, sis one of her friends said let’s do one more shot for Jordan. Ok, ok but after that, I have to go Yara said checking her watch. She turned and saw Mateo standing nearby. Can you get a cab for me, please? Mateo hailed a cab for Yara and watched as she said goodby to her friends. As she walked by and got into the cab Mateo shook his head, No Thank You and No Tip. Yara jumped in the cab, commanding 100 Bala Cynwyd, please. She put her earbuds in and sat back as she prepared for the ride. They hit 76 and everything was going fine till the cab driver slammed on the breaks. Yara’s bag with all its contents went flying throughout the back of the cab. Some dumb ass had cut them off and almost caused an accident. The cab driver, a middle-aged foreigner, began yelling in his native dialect. He checked on Yara to make sure she was ok. When they arrived at the destination the driver waited as Yara picked up her belongings. She tipped the cab an extra twenty for waiting and not rushing her to collect her things. Once Yara was done she went into her apartment and started getting ready for her trip. Bags already packed she called for a car to take her to the airport. Checking