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you worry yourself.” He waved his hand before her so she would go first.
She proceeded. “I’m pretty sure that I might be able to do something about it.”
He paced himself beside her. “We’re good. Trust me.” As they walked together, she looked down at his super clean gray, white, and blue paisley patterned, size twelve Air Max Nikes, and then noticed his dark jeans, and the swag to his walk. She couldn’t help but to sing in a low tone, “I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams, you make me wanna scream, oo-oo-ooo.”
He sang in a low tune, too. “I like what ya do, when ya do, what ya do.”
And they both sang, “You make me wanna Shoop!”
This time he laughed out loud.
She towered over him as they sauntered over to shoot pool, and she did manage to look around. Part of her was curious about whether or not the two black women were nearby. She saw people watching, and quickly grabbed Ramón’s hand so that everyone clearly knew she was with the man who kept her in stitches.
But unbeknownst to her, he was also the man who like her, was about to inherit millions.
As they stepped, a tall, thick Caucasian woman walked by, very close to Shasta, right near the side of her face, and she said the word, clearly, “Wigger.”
Shasta shook out her ears and rolled her eyes, without looking back, then she looked at an oblivious Ramón who didn’t blink nor flinch, and they walked on.
The Shoop had turned to shit.
She knew the journey was going to take a very thick skin.
Chapter 7
Downtown Atlanta
By that Friday, Shasta and Ramón had two more bedroom dates at her place. One of the times was after their dinner at Highlander, after each had won two games of pool. He insisted on no tiebreaker. The second time, last night, she had called him over after one in the morning, and he pleased her along her sofa, just the way she liked it, but she sent him home after.
On this day, the final meeting that was on her calendar for the day was a meeting with Tyson scheduled for seven. She arrived in his office ten minutes early. Her first question, the question she had wanted to ask him for days was, “Why did you transfer him?”
But suddenly, Rochelle, the head of human resources, was also early.
Tyson gave Shasta only a blink, then he stood in his navy blue designer suit when he saw Rochelle. His voice was exuberant for her, though he couldn’t reply to Shasta’s question. “Hello, Rochelle. Thanks for joining us so late in the day.”
“No problem. Hello. Hi, Shasta.”
“Hi, Rochelle.”
Tyson swaggered to his office door and closed it. He went back behind his desk and took a seat. “This will only take a second. As I said in my email, it turns out that we have an issue with calls into our switchboard. Someone is doing some fact-checking, snooping to see if we’re taking over the Pappas stations in Fresno and San Diego. We need to take a look at which individuals have been in on those private discussions, and make sure we send an email confirming that nothing is to be discussed one way or another. It’s all confidential.”
Rochelle explained, holding her iPhone. “Yes, sir. I had a quick conversation with Shasta here earlier. We decided we’ll actually have a meeting with those in this office, and a conference call with the heads of the other offices, if that’s okay. I just think that with an email, it’d be too easy to forward it.”
Shasta nodded, and noticed Tyson wearing the purple and blue striped tie she gave him the previous Christmas. “I agree. I can make sure our communications mention nothing about expanding, or travel to the stations, any meetings or even conversations about recent meetings, FCC inquires, none of that. It’ll all be verbal at this point.”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s get right on it.” Tyson adjusted the knot on his tie, looking right at Shasta.
Rochelle said, “Definitely.”
“Thanks.” Tyson stood and headed to the
She proceeded. “I’m pretty sure that I might be able to do something about it.”
He paced himself beside her. “We’re good. Trust me.” As they walked together, she looked down at his super clean gray, white, and blue paisley patterned, size twelve Air Max Nikes, and then noticed his dark jeans, and the swag to his walk. She couldn’t help but to sing in a low tone, “I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams, you make me wanna scream, oo-oo-ooo.”
He sang in a low tune, too. “I like what ya do, when ya do, what ya do.”
And they both sang, “You make me wanna Shoop!”
This time he laughed out loud.
She towered over him as they sauntered over to shoot pool, and she did manage to look around. Part of her was curious about whether or not the two black women were nearby. She saw people watching, and quickly grabbed Ramón’s hand so that everyone clearly knew she was with the man who kept her in stitches.
But unbeknownst to her, he was also the man who like her, was about to inherit millions.
As they stepped, a tall, thick Caucasian woman walked by, very close to Shasta, right near the side of her face, and she said the word, clearly, “Wigger.”
Shasta shook out her ears and rolled her eyes, without looking back, then she looked at an oblivious Ramón who didn’t blink nor flinch, and they walked on.
The Shoop had turned to shit.
She knew the journey was going to take a very thick skin.
Chapter 7
Downtown Atlanta
By that Friday, Shasta and Ramón had two more bedroom dates at her place. One of the times was after their dinner at Highlander, after each had won two games of pool. He insisted on no tiebreaker. The second time, last night, she had called him over after one in the morning, and he pleased her along her sofa, just the way she liked it, but she sent him home after.
On this day, the final meeting that was on her calendar for the day was a meeting with Tyson scheduled for seven. She arrived in his office ten minutes early. Her first question, the question she had wanted to ask him for days was, “Why did you transfer him?”
But suddenly, Rochelle, the head of human resources, was also early.
Tyson gave Shasta only a blink, then he stood in his navy blue designer suit when he saw Rochelle. His voice was exuberant for her, though he couldn’t reply to Shasta’s question. “Hello, Rochelle. Thanks for joining us so late in the day.”
“No problem. Hello. Hi, Shasta.”
“Hi, Rochelle.”
Tyson swaggered to his office door and closed it. He went back behind his desk and took a seat. “This will only take a second. As I said in my email, it turns out that we have an issue with calls into our switchboard. Someone is doing some fact-checking, snooping to see if we’re taking over the Pappas stations in Fresno and San Diego. We need to take a look at which individuals have been in on those private discussions, and make sure we send an email confirming that nothing is to be discussed one way or another. It’s all confidential.”
Rochelle explained, holding her iPhone. “Yes, sir. I had a quick conversation with Shasta here earlier. We decided we’ll actually have a meeting with those in this office, and a conference call with the heads of the other offices, if that’s okay. I just think that with an email, it’d be too easy to forward it.”
Shasta nodded, and noticed Tyson wearing the purple and blue striped tie she gave him the previous Christmas. “I agree. I can make sure our communications mention nothing about expanding, or travel to the stations, any meetings or even conversations about recent meetings, FCC inquires, none of that. It’ll all be verbal at this point.”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s get right on it.” Tyson adjusted the knot on his tie, looking right at Shasta.
Rochelle said, “Definitely.”
“Thanks.” Tyson stood and headed to the
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