Chrystee
Pharris as Monica
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Monica Tierney is a computer geek with a love
for languages and the law. She’s practical, brilliant, and
relentlessly planning her future with Chris Chang, her fiance. She’s about to be
in over her head in an unexpected spiritual struggle. A Christian,
Monica is unprepared for what is about to be unleashed.
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“Let’s deal with this, then,” Monica said. She took a
huge swig of coffee and walked down the hall to the lady, who was running a hand
over her perfectly coiffed hair. Monica tapped her curtly on the
shoulder. “Excuse me.”
The woman turned and looked at Monica, her eyes
hard. “Do not touch me again.”
Monica glared at her. “I’m not sure if you realize it,
but there are others living on this floor and you are making entirely too much
noise. It’s seven in the morning. Do you mind taking your
screaming into your loft so that we can go back to our nice, quiet lives?”
The woman rolled her eyes at Monica before turning back to
continue directing the moving men, who were currently bringing in a beautiful
green, ivory and red Italian sofa. Monica bristled as Lee-Lee, Jo
and Neveyah joined her, and she tilted her head in annoyance. “Lady,
if you don’t want me to knock your stank ass out, you will answer my question.”
The lady turned again to look at Monica, now flanked by the other
girls. “What is this? Are you a gang or
something? Do you plan to assault me? Whatever you think
you are going to do, rest assured you will go to jail for it.” She
wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
“My father’s the Chief of Detectives, honey.” Jo
said. “We won’t even make it to lock-up. Besides, what
makes you think that you’ll survive anything we choose to do?”
The woman smiled coldly and rolled her eyes again, shifting her
bag to the other arm. There was a large ring on the middle finger of
her right hand; the aquamarine was roughly the size of a sparrow’s
egg. “You will not lay a hand on me. I will see your
Chief of Detectives and raise you the Mayor. Do you know
Kasim?” She paused for emphasis. “I thought not. Run
along, little girl.” She turned away and began to follow the men who
were carrying two large gold floor lamps into her loft.
Monica was aghast. She looked at the other
girls. “That rude…!” Then she sighed dramatically and
muttered, “I’m not going to let the devil use me; I’m just not.” She
took another swig of coffee and closed her eyes.
