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Today, I had a virtual meetin’ with Juicy. I was glad ’cause I really didn’t feel like leavin’ my house. Bein’ in L.A. for so long made me forget how cold it gets in Maryland. Nigga had to buy a whole new wardrobe, coats, and all kinda shit Cali didn’t need. I had everything set up in my office, waitin’ for the call. Before I could get comfortable in my chair, my phone rang. It was Juicy. She was right on time.
I propped up my phone and answered.
“Hey, Juvie,” she greeted.
“Wassup? You drivin’?”
“Yeah. I apologize. Something came up at the last minute, but I didn’t want to miss this meeting. You got your calendar up? You’re gonna need to block off these dates. I’m putting you to work.”
“Yeah, it’s up. Gimme the dates,” I replied.
“Okay, on December eighteenth, you’ll be filming for Strike & Score on ASN. One-hour segment with Benny. They’re doing a special with other veterans. You’re one of three MLB veterans they chose for the segment. Great for television experience. You’ll be able to network. I’ll be there too. I want to make sure you get the most out of it. I’ll also send you a list of the questions they’ll ask. If you have any questions you don’t want to answer, let me know, and I’ll make that clear.”
I wrote down everything while she talked, dippin’ in and out of lanes, cussin’ people out and shit.
“You stupid bitch! Why do you keep slamming on the brakes? MOVE!” she screamed, laying on her horn.
“Damn, Juicy. I ain’t know you had road rage.”
“I’m sorry. These people act like they can’t drive. But back to business. January tenth, Audemars photo shoot. Then, Sports Illustrated on the eleventh. You’ll be in L.A. for four days. I know you still have off-season training, so I’ve arranged for a trainer to be there. I’ll be in L.A. for another client as well.”
I had to pause for a minute. It ain’t even been a full week, and she already had me workin’. Real opportunities. Money I could have been gettin’ if Luke had done his fuckin’ job.
“Did you get all that, Juvie? Don’t start getting overwhelmed on me now. I already worked around your training. If there’s a real conflict, tell me. Otherwise, block the dates.”
“Nah, you straight. I just didn’t think you would have all this shit lined up for me that fast.”
She rolled her eyes, smirkin’. “See, I’ll give you some grace because I can tell you didn’t listen to anything I said during your consultation. My clients get the best of the best. I’m a beast at this, but you’ll learn. Have some faith in me. I’m gonna get both of us paid.”
“You got it, boss lady. What else you got for me?”
“Shit,” she hissed. “I think I got a flat. Oh, my God. Not right now.”
“You good?”
“Yeah.” She huffed. “Let me call you back. We’ll finish up. I need to call roadside.”
“Okay, cool.”
When she hung up, I stayed at my desk, starin’ at my calendar. These opportunities separated me from Ambrose. Money that would come directly to me, so by the time all this shit was over, I would have my own connections. It felt good, but in the back of my mind, all I could think about was whether they would interfere. If one day I’d wake up and they decided to snatch it from me.
My phone buzzed on my desk with a text from Ni.
Ni: I’ll be home in the morning.
Me: Why you tellin’ me?
Ni: Fuck you, JuMarion!
She knew I wasn’t fuckin’ wit’ her like that. If she stayed in L.A., I could breathe a lil’ easier. I scrolled through IG. Rue came down my timeline, but it wasn’t his profile. Some IG model had him laid out in her bed, knocked out. Blogs ain’t waste no time postin’ shit like that. Tea Talk was some messy mufuckas.
Chile, Rue knows he’ll be laid up with a new lady every other week. Last week, it was Gigi Snow. This week, it’s Raja Burns. He bags all the baddies, though. Y’all think these two will be a thing? Tell us in the comments.
The comments had my boy lookin’ crazy. I just scrolled and laughed, ’cause I knew when he saw this shit, he was gon’ be mad as fuck.
Rue’s dick is gonna fall off.
He get all the bad bitches! Save some for us regular niggas.
