Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Epilogue
- Discover More
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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Samiah nodded her agreement as she dunked a chip into a bowl of salsa that had been placed in the center of the table. How had she considered giving this up? Meeting these two was the only positive thing to come out of last weekend’s debacle.
“It’s good to hear this mess with Craig wasn’t able to suck all the joy out of this week,” she said to London. “Other than the successful surgery, how’d the rest of your week go?”
London relayed how her coworkers, like Samiah’s, had been all over the viral video, but that things had slowly started to die down later in the week.
“Of course, all it will take is some fool with five million Twitter followers retweeting it and it’ll go viral again.” London shrugged her slim shoulders. “That’s just how these things work.”
“Okay,” Taylor said, a pensive look on her face. “I know what went down last weekend was supposed to be a bad thing, but this week has been sick!” She turned to London. “Sick in the other way, not in an ‘I need a doctor’ way.”
“I know what the other sick means,” London said. She looked over at Samiah and mouthed, I don’t know what she means.
Samiah swallowed her chuckle. “What made this week so sick?” she asked Taylor.
“Okay, so ever since that video went viral, I’ve had so many people contact me that I can’t keep up with them. There’s no way I can take them all on as clients, which is crazy, because I need clients. But most of the people who have contacted me aren’t interested in having a full-time nutrition and exercise coach.”
“You ever thought about offering classes?” Samiah asked.
She shrugged. “I posted the YouTube videos for that. If all people are looking for is a fitness class, they can just watch one of my videos.”
“It isn’t the same as being part of a live class,” Samiah pointed out.
“Teach the classes,” London stated in that direct way Samiah was coming to learn was just London. “It’s a no-brainer. Not everyone can afford a personal trainer, and not everyone wants to belong to a gym or work out at home alone. You can provide an alternative.”
The waiter arrived with Samiah’s drink and took their order of three sharable appetizers. When he left, Samiah placed her forearms on the table and said, “So, other than the news station, have either of you been contacted by anyone else in the media?”
London shook her head.