#Epilogue, Part 1: The Final Rose

Outside of Kadeem's health club, his security guard, Nora, is aggressively confronting someone. As expected. She shoots me her usual scowl when I pass by, but I don't acknowledge it, and simply yank the door open to go inside. I told Kadeem to fire her, but he doesn’t listen. I’m not giving up, though. I head over to the check-in area where my main rival, Rory, is lazily answering a phone call. A pile of white gym towels on the counter behind him is waiting to be folded. My left arm is braced across my chest in a sling and cast, but I make sure to lean my good arm casually on the counter like I own the place. Because, let’s face it, I pretty much do. "I'm here to see Kadeem," I announce, adding a sarcastic, "Is that alright with you?" Rory gives me an icy glare before turning his attention back to his call. I drum my fingers on the counter and flash him an innocent smile before walking away. "Yes, sir," he mumbles into the phone, before whispering a snide, "If he wants you aro