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Today was the day and I had been twirling my fingers and sitting in deep thought ever since I made it to my office. I had a meeting with Tatum Reece in just fifteen minutes. I didn’t know how this was going to work out. I just hope she didn’t make me want to kill her fat ass today. I was still kind of shook up about what I walked into last night. I had a room set up for me and one of my young clients and of course I got there first, in disguise like I always did. I had made it to the room and there was writing all over the mirror. I see you still like them young, but this time you pay for it instead of just taking it. Lol! The shit was written in black lipstick. The shit freaked me all the way out. I ended up canceling my client and taking my scared ass home. I just couldn’t help but to worry about who the fuck this was. At first I was thinking it was Tatum, but now I wasn’t so sure. A light knock on my office door brought me from my thoughts. I yelled, “Come in!” And there she was, my arch enemy walking in with a dumb ass smirk on her face.

“Good morning Ms. Reece, come on in, and have a seat.” She mean mugged me all the way to the chair.

“Cut the shit Peterson, what do you want?”

“I want to know why am I always the center of your attention. It’s so many other people in the world you can fuck with but for some reason you wake up thinking about me. I don’t do bitches especially fat ones.” I giggled. Tatum laughed hysterically before she spoke.

“The fat jokes don’t bother me at all boo, and I know you don’t do bitches; you prefer little boys.” I looked at her with my nostrils flared and hands balled into fist. I swear I wanted to knock that smirk right the fuck off her face, but this wasn’t the time or place for that. I was trying to get her off my ass and I had to suck up my feelings and try to be cordial with her.

“Look Ms. Reece, I don’t know what you think you may know about me but you’re all wrong. I’m sick and tired of you trying to spread lies about me. Especially since you haven’t seen anything with your own eyes or even heard anything out of my mouth. So, I’m not understanding why you think you got something on me when you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I got on you Peterson and I know for sure ya ass is scared because why else would you call me in here for a meeting. I’m never going to stop looking into your ass so let’s just put that in the air right quick. I know how you like to tussle when you can’t get your way, but what you need to know about me is I tussle back. Just something for you to know before you send your goons to kill me like you did Mrs. Ross.” I was so pissed I could feel the creases in my forehead. This little bitch had some balls and I wanted to shoot her right the fuck now and if I could get away with it I would have.

“I didn’t do shit to Mrs. Ross, I have no idea where you get your facts from, but you be all wrong, so you need to hire a new PI.” I said letting her know I knew who her private investigator was. I was ready to get rid of his ass as soon as I found out, but I knew I couldn’t just yet. I could tell the way she looked at me she didn’t know I knew who she was working with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She lied.

“Yeah ok, Ms. Reece, how about we play let’s make a deal. You leave me alone and stop doing all this creepy shit like sending me black roses, calling and breathing on the phone, and leaving me messages. You stop that and your PI will be just fine.” She looked at me for a second before she spoke.

“You got a deal.” She said a little too fast for me, but I really didn’t care as long as she stuck to her end of the bargain I would do the same.

“Alright, well, that’s all I wanted Ms. Reece. Now you can leave.”

“Shit you don’t have to tell me twice. The last thing I wanna be doing is to be sitting across from a snake ass bitch. You have a good day now Peterson.” Tatum spoke harshly. I watched her while she walked out my office. She was sharp as hell every time I saw her. I just hated her ass, always looking for the biggest story to end a muthafuckas life.

Once she walked out, I got up and locked my office door. I sat at my desk and went through my emails to check what other meetings I had for the day. I noticed a commercial about Poetic working with Dashawn Taylor. I heard about him before he was an actor in Atlanta for some time. He came back this way to work in Poetics new studio. I was starting to get a little angry the way folks were lining up to work in P&P Studios and I was on the side lines looking in. I was one of the oldest and wealthiest actresses around. I deserve just as much as anyone else to have a chance to work in the biggest studio in the world. I knew I probably couldn’t get through to Poetic, but maybe I could get in good with someone that’s working with him. I sat in deep thought for a minute then a thought popped in my head. Maybe I could set up a meeting with Dashawn Taylor, just maybe that’ll be my way in with Poetic. I picked up my phone and called Nola.

“Hello Boss lady, do you need me?”

“Yes, I need you to find Dashawn Taylor’s information and set up a meeting with him. Let him know it’s for a new business venture and make sure you let him know a lot of money is in it for the both of us.”

“OK, I’m on it right now.” After I got everything situated I ended up just sitting in my office quietly debating on if I should set up another date tonight since the last one was ruined. I had already made a deal with Tatum, so everything should be good for tonight. I got online and looked up the same client I had from last night. I knew he probably was mad which is why I still paid him for the night since it was my fuck up. The minute I reached out he sent me a private message telling me he hope I didn’t stand him up tonight. Once that was confirmed, I just brainstormed what I should bring up in this meeting with Dashawn Taylor. I needed to say all the right things without him being alarmed about me not going to Poetic myself.