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Hello All! To help this story along, I am doing chapters on main characters to help develop my story. Thanks for your patience Enjoy!

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As the alarm went off, Tamika woke up quickly so that the alarm would not wake Gin. She got out of the bed and eased out of his room. She went to the spare room where she had all of her things like clothes, make up, jewelry, etc. She felt as though she had moved in with Gin.

She grabbed her things she needed to take her shower. She turned on the water as she checked her email on Gin's Smartphone. She was brushing her teeth as she read email after email. A few caught her attention but nothing was pressing before her meeting. She placed the phone down on the counter as she rinsed out her mouth. Next, she jumped in the shower. She turned on the radio in the shower as she worked up a lather. As she washed her hair and body, she started to think about her friend. Her concern was for him started to weigh on her mind. Their relationship is a unique one. Not only are they friends, they are employer/ employee. Well, more equal than most.

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Flashback

Tamika started the company in America. She loved designing but she was not great. What made her good is that she knew talent and when she saw it, she got it. The one thing she would do is move to an area and find local talent. At first, she stumbled but she never gave up. The internet helped her to get in contact with local designer around the world. She help most get on their feet and most can hold their own. She never exploited her clients but how she asked them to pay her back was to help someone else. During the time she was between America and Europe, she saw an interesting website out of Asia. It was a site that did not have many hits. She fell in love with his designs. She ordered a few items and inspected it and knew that he was the real thing.

She was so thrilled with his work that she contacted him and wanted to meet with him. They made arrangement and she flew to Gin's hometown.

Now neither sent a picture of each other but Gin knew she was American. She knew Gin's name.

She was always up for a challenge. For once, she went to a region that she did not know the culture but that never stopped her before. She knew that it was a visit and she would not be in the area very long. On the flight over, she went over her notes and his designs. She came up with a business plan to help get his designs out to the world. Hopefully he would agree.

When they had they first meeting, they were shocked. In the office setting, Gin walked into the room where an African American woman was bringing in a coffee pot and cups.

He knocked on the door and walked in. The woman looked up and smiled. She escorted to the table and offered him some coffee.

"You look cold. Are you cold? I can turn up the heat some if you like," the woman said with a soft southern accent.

Gin said no to the coffee but yes for the heat to be turned up. She smiled and nodded. She saw that Gin was carrying his portfolio. She offered him a chair at the table. The table was round but not too big; two chairs with the water pitcher and coffee pitcher.

Gin sat at the table waiting for Tamika Dee. He wondered if she would love his new designs. He sat as he heard his stomach growl. So much for starving artist.

The woman came back in the room. Gin was nervous and a little jumpy. The woman sat down and looked at him.

"You look nervous. Don't worry. You will do well."

Gin smiled and relaxed. He placed his portfolio on the table and exhaled. He closed and eyes and took deep breaths. When he opened his eyes, the woman had placed a tablet, two Smart phones, note pad and pens on the table. She was drinking a cup of coffee. She placed the cup down and smiled. She held out her hand to shake Gin's hand.

"I am Tamika Dee. Nice to meet you."

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Tamika had finished her shower and was getting dress. She had a meeting today with the president of a fabric supplier. She was in her standard dress. Black suit with a royal blue blouse. She smiled as she placed her lipstick on because Gin always guessed what she would wear to her power meetings. He said excitement for her was to wear a blouse with a flower with her black suit.

She went back in the room and dropped Gin's phone on the stand. She gave him a hug which woke him up.

"After my meeting, I am coming back here. You want the usual for lunch?"

Gin moaned.

"If you don't eat, I am taking you to the doctor then."

Gin said the usual. Then he curled in the fetal position. She knew that when he gets in that position, he is hurting bad.

She left the room because she had to go to her house to get her phones and tablet. She was walking out of the door when she bumped into Aizen as his smile went away. His face looked disappointed that it was Tamika that opened the door.

Sosuke Aizen was a fashion editor who was in love with Gin. At first, he was friends with both Tamika and Gin but fell in love with Gin. Tamika knew the love from Gin was not mutual but he was a good friend and he nice to both of them.

"Well, if it isn't Gin's cock blocking friend Tamika," Aizen said with two cups of coffee in his hand.

Tamika grabbed one of the cups and walked out the door but would not let him in. He knew that when she closed the door behind her and locked it, Gin was not well.

"Thank you for my coffee, Aizen, whose cock I block for my friend," Tamika said laughing as she began to walk to her place.

She and Aizen had small talk as they walked to her place.

"He's not feeling well today?" He asked Tamika as she was doing a power walk to her place. Aizen has learned that when his friend gets in meeting mode, she moves fast and all have to keep up.

"He's fine. Just tired." She said as she and Aizen went to her place. She picked her things and phones and was heading out the door. Aizen stayed on her heels and he followed her to her car. "Do you need a ride into town?"

Aizen said no because his car was down the street. She told him to hop in and she would give him a ride to his car.

As they rode the short distant, Aizen asked Tamika a question.

"You are the owner of a company that is worth billions but you drive yourself. Why?"

Tamika smiled as she slowed down to let Aizen out.

"It's what I do, Aizen." She smiled as he got out. "Take care." She drove off to her meeting.