Post by The Circle Television Network on Nov 1, 2014 2:18:43 GMT -5
As the video ended, Trisha VanReardon, Investigative Reporter for CTN, turned and looked at the two company executives who sat in attendance. “Well…what do you think?”
Both Syn and Maleek Raheem sat in their seats with their mouths agape…their eyes wide. Finally, Raheem stood up and burst out laughing. “OH MY GOD!! IS THAT SHIT FOR REALS, YO?!”
Syn remained more reserved as she ignored his outburst, keeping her icy gaze on Trisha. “Who else has seen this?”
Trisha pointed at the two of them. “Just you two…”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good…”
“After tomorrow…” Trisha spread her arms wide, “…the entire world.”
Syn sat forward, narrowing her eyes at Trisha. “You do realize how this is going to affect my client?! Nyako is on the verge of becoming LAW’s next Marquee Champion!”
Trisha raised her eyebrow at the statement. “I think the current champion might have something to say about that…but that is neither here, nor there! At the end of the day, I am a Journalist and I have a job to do. This is a significant news story and I am going to be the one to break it.” Her blue eyes moved from Syn to Raheem. “The only reason that I am showing this to the two of you is because you both have a stake in this.”
Raheem looked at the woman, pacing slowly back and forth as he did. “Git’ out in front of it, huh?”
Syn chimed in, “This video is going to ruin everything! I don’t see how we…’get out in front’ of any fucking thing!”
Trisha rolled her eyes, “Look…I’m doing you the favor here…what you do with this afterwards is your deal…not mine! Tell her…or don’t tell her…it’s your choice.”
Syn threw up her hands in frustration as she got to her feet, cursing. Raheem walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. “You can’t tell Nyako about this…you know she is gonna flip her fuckin’ wig, right?”
Syn stared back at him. “If I don’t tell her, she is going to be blindsided and I don’t need her distracted…I need her focused!”
Raheem nodded, “Yeah…but if you do tell her bout’ this shit, she gonna wonder why th’ fuck you aint’ stop her from airin’ th’ damn thang’ in th’ first fuckin’ place!” He smirked, “Trust me…you better off playin’ this shit close to th’ damn vest and helpin’ her deal wit’ th’ damn fall out.”
Syn ran her hands through her long hair in frustration. She knew that Raheem was right, even though she wished he wasn’t. She turned her icy glare to Trisha. “Fine! You wanted us out in front…we’re out in front! Don’t you think that this little so-called professional courtesy of yours absolves you of blame for what you are about to do!” Syn didn’t wait for a response as she turned and marched out of the office, her high heels striking loudly on the marble floor.
Raheem shook his head, “Humph! Bitch be mad like a mutha…I’d watch my back if I was you!” he said to Trisha as he turned to leave.
She ran over, grabbing his arm and stopping him before he left. “Before you go…I wanted to talk to you about something. I mean…seeing as how ‘The Rap Up!’ has ended…that kind of leaves a void in the CTN line up…one that I think I could fill.”
Raheem looked at the shapely reporter, taking her all in as he licked his lips. “Is that right?” He folded his thick arms over his broad chest as he grinned. “Well…gittin’ gaps filled is my specialty. What did you have in mind?”
Trisha smiled deviously, “First dinner…and then…afterwards…we’ll see what you think.”
The two smiled deviously at one another…as the scene faded to black…
Both Syn and Maleek Raheem sat in their seats with their mouths agape…their eyes wide. Finally, Raheem stood up and burst out laughing. “OH MY GOD!! IS THAT SHIT FOR REALS, YO?!”
Syn remained more reserved as she ignored his outburst, keeping her icy gaze on Trisha. “Who else has seen this?”
Trisha pointed at the two of them. “Just you two…”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good…”
“After tomorrow…” Trisha spread her arms wide, “…the entire world.”
Syn sat forward, narrowing her eyes at Trisha. “You do realize how this is going to affect my client?! Nyako is on the verge of becoming LAW’s next Marquee Champion!”
Trisha raised her eyebrow at the statement. “I think the current champion might have something to say about that…but that is neither here, nor there! At the end of the day, I am a Journalist and I have a job to do. This is a significant news story and I am going to be the one to break it.” Her blue eyes moved from Syn to Raheem. “The only reason that I am showing this to the two of you is because you both have a stake in this.”
Raheem looked at the woman, pacing slowly back and forth as he did. “Git’ out in front of it, huh?”
Syn chimed in, “This video is going to ruin everything! I don’t see how we…’get out in front’ of any fucking thing!”
Trisha rolled her eyes, “Look…I’m doing you the favor here…what you do with this afterwards is your deal…not mine! Tell her…or don’t tell her…it’s your choice.”
Syn threw up her hands in frustration as she got to her feet, cursing. Raheem walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. “You can’t tell Nyako about this…you know she is gonna flip her fuckin’ wig, right?”
Syn stared back at him. “If I don’t tell her, she is going to be blindsided and I don’t need her distracted…I need her focused!”
Raheem nodded, “Yeah…but if you do tell her bout’ this shit, she gonna wonder why th’ fuck you aint’ stop her from airin’ th’ damn thang’ in th’ first fuckin’ place!” He smirked, “Trust me…you better off playin’ this shit close to th’ damn vest and helpin’ her deal wit’ th’ damn fall out.”
Syn ran her hands through her long hair in frustration. She knew that Raheem was right, even though she wished he wasn’t. She turned her icy glare to Trisha. “Fine! You wanted us out in front…we’re out in front! Don’t you think that this little so-called professional courtesy of yours absolves you of blame for what you are about to do!” Syn didn’t wait for a response as she turned and marched out of the office, her high heels striking loudly on the marble floor.
Raheem shook his head, “Humph! Bitch be mad like a mutha…I’d watch my back if I was you!” he said to Trisha as he turned to leave.
She ran over, grabbing his arm and stopping him before he left. “Before you go…I wanted to talk to you about something. I mean…seeing as how ‘The Rap Up!’ has ended…that kind of leaves a void in the CTN line up…one that I think I could fill.”
Raheem looked at the shapely reporter, taking her all in as he licked his lips. “Is that right?” He folded his thick arms over his broad chest as he grinned. “Well…gittin’ gaps filled is my specialty. What did you have in mind?”
Trisha smiled deviously, “First dinner…and then…afterwards…we’ll see what you think.”
The two smiled deviously at one another…as the scene faded to black…