Trife Life To Lavish Part 2 Genesis & Genevieve...Am I My Brother's Keeper (20 page)

"Nichelle, you have to stop disappearing like this ...it's
getting ridiculous!"

"Akil, I told you an emergency came up the other day.
But it's been handled."

"What's going to be your excuse next time, because
there always seems to be one."

"No more excuses. I guarantee you there will be no
more disappearing acts."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am." Right at that moment, Nichelle's cell began
ringing and she saw it was Renny calling for the hundredth
time. Ever since she left his townhouse a few days ago he
had been blowing up her phone. Renny either didn't want
to believe or couldn't believe that when Nichelle said she
was done, she meant it.

"Are you going to answer that?" Akil questioned since
this was at least the fourth or fifth time her phone had rung
during their conversation but yet Nichelle ignored the call.

"No, and as a matter of fact I need to change my
number."

"Why, is somebody harassing you? I can put a trace on
the call."

"It's not that, I'm just ready for a fresh start. You know
a clean slate. I think a new number is a good start."

Akil raised an eyebrow, showing his suspicion about
the reason Nichelle was giving but he didn't take it any
further. "Then it's done. You can toss that phone. I'll get
you a new phone and number through my company, so you
don't even have to worry about getting a bill."

"Works for me."

"Now that we've gotten that minor issue squared
away, on to more important things, like are you ready for
your party on Wednesday?"

"I can't believe it's here already, time is literally flying."

"I know but that's a good thing. That means you're a
busy girl, making major moves."

"From what I hear T-Roc is pulling out all the stops
for this event."

"That's what I hear too. He hired that event planner
Bronson Van Wyck and he only handles big dog shit. But
this is going to be great publicity for you. Although you
probably don't care since you're taking an extended break
from modeling once you're finished with this campaign."

"I'm not so sure about that anymore. Maybe it wouldn't
be such a bad idea for me to give this whole career thing my
all. I mean you only live once."

"What's with this change of attitude? Last time we
spoke you wanted to focus on other things and leave this modeling shit alone."

"I do have something very important that I want to
focus on but I think I can do both, especially since I put
closure to an issue that was a heavy burden on me."

"That's good to hear because I believe the sky's the
limit for you, Nichelle. You have something special, I see
it, T-Roc clearly sees it or he wouldn't be investing all this
money in you. The only person who needs to believe it now
is you.

"I'm working on it, trust me."

"That's all I ask. Now I have to go, there's a meeting
I have to attend. But don't forget you have a fitting at four
o'clock."

"That's right! I've had so much on my mind, I almost
forgot."

"You can't afford to forget. Wednesday will be your
night to shine so your outfit can't be nothing short of
perfection. But from what I understand your stylist has
nothing but fiyah lined up."

"Well, I'll be there." Nichelle walked Akil out and
when she closed the door she heard her cell ringing again.
There was no doubt in her mind it was Renny. She leaned
back against the door and put her head down. She hated
that there was a big part of her that wanted to answer his
call. That was the main reason she wanted to change her
number. Nichelle knew in her heart that one day Renny
would catch her at a vulnerable time and she wouldn't be
able to resist. Even knowing he had a baby with Tierra
couldn't completely shake the hold he had over Nichelle
and it scared her.

"Supreme, I can't believe we're going to this event on
Wednesday. You don't even like industry parties... never
have," Precious commented as she changed the sheets on
the bed.

"Well, it's not just any industry party. It's supposed to
be an official affair. I am a businessman and it would be
somewhat disrespectful not to show up. T-Roc supports a
lot of my projects it would only be right I do the same."

"You not gonna get an argument out of me. I'm
looking forward to putting on something fabulous and
having a great time with my husband."

"You already know what you're wearing?"

"Not yet. I'm going to the city this weekend to find
something fuckin' hot. You know the kind of outfit that's
gonna make you wanna get me in the corner all night for a
quickie," she laughed.

"Damn, I can't wait to see that outfit!"

"Speaking of outfits, I wish you could've seen Maya
decked out in her prison gear. It was a far cry from the days
when she raided my closet."

"I still can't believe you went to see her. Quentin
must've given you some type of sob story to make that
happen."

"It wasn't exactly a sob story. But I did want Quentin
to know I was truly making an effort to have a relationship
with him. He was so gung-ho about me seeing Maya and
that's why I did it."

"Do you regret going?"

"No and yes. No, because I can now look Quentin
straight in his face and tell him I did what he asked even
though I can't stand that heffa. Yes, because it was a
complete waste of my time. Maya, ain't remorseful about
shit."

"Did you really think she would be?"

"Shit, the way Quentin was yapping, he almost had
me convinced that she would be. Maya has really done a
number on him. I don't understand how such an intelligent
man can be taken in by that psycho. But then who am I
to talk. I didn't realize Maya was the enemy until she was
damn near about to put me under the grave."

"And don't forget how she played me. I have so much
hatred towards Maya that I try to keep her and the entire
situation that went down out of my mind. Because every
time I think about it, I contemplate how I could have her
killed and get away with it."

"Are you serious?"

"Damn straight."

"I never knew you felt that way. I mean I knew you
were angry about what went down but you never told me
you wanted her dead. I thought that was just me."

"Please. If Maya wasn't in jail she would be dead, I can
promise you that."

"I know you feel that way but you really wouldn't have
her killed."

"Yes I would! Why the hell not!"

"For one, as much as I detest her she is my sister."

"You're kidding right," Supreme chuckled. "Wait,
you're not kidding. Are you really claiming that piranha as a relative?"

"Supreme, quit with the jokes. You know I'm not
claiming Maya like that."

"That's what it sounded like to me."

"Listen, the fact is we are related and as much as I
can't stand her, it would devastate Quentin if something
happened to Maya. And I do care about him."

"That's noble of you, Precious. But I don't give a
damn about how devastated Quentin would be if something happened to Maya. She kidnapped my daughter, she
almost killed you and she manipulated me. Since Quentin
loves his daughter so much, the best thing he can do for
Maya is make sure she never sees the outside of that prison
she's caged up in."

"Are you ready for the party?" T-Roc asked Genesis as
he was going over some of the final details that the event
planner sent over.

"Yeah, I'm ready for it to be over with so you can stop
talking about it. You're fuckin' obsessed with this party."

"No I'm obsessed with perfection and I don't want
any mishaps. After Wednesday everybody will know about
my perfume and Nichelle."

"I can't believe I haven't met her yet. She's done two
photo shoots and been in this office a few times but I always
seem to miss her."

"Maybe if you weren't out on the streets playing Nino
Brown and coming to work more often you would stop
missing her."

"Funny but you have to admit I've been doing a lot
better the past week."

"True, but how long is that going to last," T-Roc remarked sarcastically.

"Just like you run a multi-million dollar operation, so
do I. I had to make sure some shit was in order before I
focused a hundred percent on my business here. But we
good now and I plan on devoting even more of my time to
making sure shit is running smoothly over here. But I will
tell you that from my observations I think you might be
wrong about having a traitor on the inside."

"Really?"

"Yep, I think the problem is more so incompetence
than betrayal. I noticed that some of the senior executives
I've dealt with tend to let a lot of shit slip through the
cracks because they're not being meticulous. They too busy
taking bullshit lunches and being Hollywood that real shit
ain't getting done."

"That's very interesting to hear," T-Roc said dropping
the papers down on his desk that he was looking over and
nodding his head.

"I'm telling you that's what's going down over here.
See, my shit is handled in the streets and I don't have no
choice but to check, double check and triple check my shit
or else I can easily end up in jail, my paper fucked up or
worse-dead. I don't have time to be Hollywood. I got the
cops and these scheming ass street niggas to deal with. Your
staff got these cushion ass jobs and they're more concerned
about what they'll be charging next on the company credit
card then closing the next big deal. You feel me?"

"Motherfuckin' right! But all that shit about to change.
After I wrap this party up and it's the huge success I know
it will be, I'm going in for the kill and cleaning house."

"That will serve you best."

"No doubt and of course I'ma need you to be here
when I begin the process."

"I told you, I'm down for the cause. I have to make a
quick trip to Memphis and I'm all yours."

"Memphis, what the fuck are you going there for and
when? I know you not about to miss this party `cause you
gotta go to Memphis?"