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catsuit. Her baby bulge was on display for everyone to see. I guess it really is cheaper to keep her, and it sounds like a great retirement plan for Drama. Word on the street is that Epsilon Records is done financing Evan’s new bride, and that her current number-one album will be her last with the company. Insiders cite creative differences for the split, but another insider said that Mystique really, really doesn’t like Drama. Go figure. I wonder if they’re going to have a wedding reception/baby shower.

    Everyone assumes that we’re having this meeting at Evan’s Atlanta office because of the BlackCelebrity Gossip.com blog post. I read it first thing Monday morning, and thought it was hilarious, but I got a text soon after it hit the Internet demanding a mandatory Reign Records meeting.
    Bethany, Sam, and I are here along with Evan and Dreya, all seated around the dinner/conference table. The Reign Records team is in shrink mode. Without Dilly and Big D, the room seems kinda empty.
    â€œI gave BlackCelebrityGossip.com this story,” Evan says.
    Dreya seems annoyed by this, even though I’m sure she already knew. She pulls out a mirror and some lipstick and takes her time applying it, as if she’s not even a part of this meeting. I knew that Evan had a good relationship with that blogger, Tina—well, at least good enough to leak tracks that didn’t make it to Dreya’s album. But the blog post wasn’t the least bit complimentary.
    â€œWhy did you mention the part about Epsilon wanting to drop her? And why put Mystique’s name in it?” Sam asks. “That just seems like you’re inviting trouble.”
    â€œI didn’t tell Tina to add that part about Mystique. She was just doing her thing and embellishing. It’s true though, so I’m not pressed about it.”
    â€œI don’t get what you’re doing, Evan. The whole Vegas wedding, leaking tracks, and dropping the ball about Dreya getting dropped from Epsilon—none of that makes sense,” I say.
    Dreya slams her lipstick down on the table. “I wish everyone would stop talking about my career like it doesn’t matter! Epsilon is not dropping me, so I wish y’all would stop saying that.”
    â€œEpsilon might be, but Reign Records is not. You’re my wife, and I hold mine down,” Evan says.
    â€œSo, will Epsilon have an issue with you having Drama as an artist?” Bethany asks. “And if they are angry, is that going to affect the rest of our album budgets?”
    Dreya lunges across the table at Bethany, “You traitor heffa! You wouldn’t even have a record deal if it wasn’t for me, and you’re ready to kick me to the curb?”
    Bethany clutches her Reign Records necklace as Sam jumps up and helps the pregnant Dreya back into her chair. “I’m just saying,” Bethany says. “We need to know how this is going to hurt us all, and not just you.”
    Evan says, “Bethany, it’s cool for you to ask that question because it shows that you’re thinking of the future. The future of Reign Records. It’s apparent that Mystique and Zac are running things at Epsilon and calling the shots on who stays and goes, but it won’t be long before their golden goose is past her prime, singing Vegas shows and starring in Tyler Perry plays.”
    â€œI like Tyler Perry plays,” Bethany says.
    â€œAnyway. The future is about how we’re going to stick together no matter what Epsilon does.”
    â€œBut doesn’t Epsilon have all the money?” Sam asks.
    â€œFor now, they do. And my wife has the number-one song in the country, about to have the number-one record. Why? Not because of anything Epsilon Records did, but because of the talent in this room.”
    Sam and I exchange glances. I don’t know what this speech is leading up to, but Evan better get there quickly, because he’s about to lose