Page 168 of Treason's Temptation
“Maybe you should. My bullshit never landed you in jail,” she quipped, eyeing me.
“Worse, it got her head knocked off. Watch your mouth,” I warned.
“Everybody focus!” Fallon yelled, trying to regain control of the room. “This is our best option. We create a docuseries documenting the campaign. Langston Media will produce it. They’re practically family, and it allows us to control what’s put out. It also gives Yassah a homerun as her first act as CEO.”
I scrubbed my beard, locking eyes with Blue. I wasn’t sure which part had her stuck, but I spoke for both of us.
“We’ll do it, but no pregnancy announcement.”
“I think-.”
“I said no.” I guaranteed that’s why Blue was staring at the wall, trying to come up with an alternative.
“So you are keeping it?” Sloane asked.
“Yeah, and if you have anything to say about it, I’ll send you back where you came from. Or worse.”
“Tre,” Blue’s soft voice filled the room.
“I guess I’d better be on my best behavior, then,” Sloane rebutted.
“Problem fixed. Am I done?” Navie asked.
“Problem isn’t fixed. You said yourself LMG is practically family. The public won’t buy shit they produce,” Sloane countered.
“They will if it’s his ex. Danielle will produce the project,” Jaleb suggested, testing my defense.
I didn’t give a fuck either way. Danielle was old news, but if Blue wasn’t comfortable, it wasn’t happening. She’d never admit that in a room of mixed company, so I didn’t press the issue.
“Fine, but I want to see the final cut ofeveryepisode,” Blue insisted.
“I’m sure LMG will agree. I’ll make the call,” Fallon replied.
Sloane sighed, “Am I done here?”
“Does the list exist?” Fallon pressed.
“The only list is in my fuckin’ head. If there were one Judge Cromwell damn sure wouldn’t be on it,” Sloane rebutted, insulted. “Maxwell Thatcher is more my speed.”
“Told you,” Blue gloated.
“That solves one problem, but the public loves mess, and since we can’t prove there isn’t one, people will believe there is,” Fallon preached.
“Isn’t it tohisadvantage that people believe he has some magic list that could ruin their image?” Sloane asked.
“That’s a risk we don’t know will pay off until election night. By then it’s too late,” I replied, as a matter of fact.
Sloane wanted to believe she was doing me a favor.
“Can I go now? I promised Rayven I’d take her to the mall,” Blue asked, standing up.
I nodded, commanding her between my legs.
“Drop Sloane off for me. I need to holla at Jaleb.” Her head craned sideways, likely regretting saying anything, but it was too late. Jaleb lost his fuckin’ mind. “Make sure you eat something. I’ll call you later.”
“I’m not hungry,” she whined, but I shifted to Sloane instead.
“Stay away from the camera. I don’t give a fuck if Jesus himself puts a mic in your face. Your answer to everything is no comment.”
