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know.”
    And then he
stood up.   Everybody in the room stood up
too.   “Tell the front line to calm their
asses down,” he said, putting on gloves.   “They’ll have merchandise tomorrow.   It won’t be our top grade, but it’ll be good enough for now.   It’ll tie them over for now.   Until I can get a bigger shipment in.”
    “But . .
.”   Danny and all of the underbosses were
shocked.   “How in the world can another
shipment be coming in this quickly?”
    “I always
have a backup supply nearby,” Mick said.   “Just in case.”
    “But how?”
Danny asked.
    “None of
your fucking business,” Mick snapped.   “Just be ready tomorrow.”
    And then
Mick, sartorially dressed in a pinstripe suit, looking more like a businessman
than the ruthless killer they all knew him to be, left the backroom.
    Danny was
offended.   He used to be Mick’s right
hand man.   He used to know the inner
workings himself.   Until Teddy’s sorry
ass took his role.
    But then he,
along with all of the underbosses, smiled and high-fived.   They didn’t care how Mick got the merchandise
in.   They were just happy some was coming
in.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FOUR

 
    Tee Salley
came into Roz’s office, closing the door behind her.   “Guess who came to visit?” she asked.
    “Kinna
Franks?” Roz did not look up from a contract she was editing.   “I’m expecting her.   Jerry Copeland gave the lead to the producer’s
niece, when he promised to give it to her.   She’s devastated.   As you can
imagine.”
    “It’s not
Kinna,” Tee said.   “I can deal with our
clients all day long.   An even bigger
prick than Jerry Copeland is out there asking to see you.”
    Now Roz was
intrigued.   She looked up.   “Who?”
    “Your
friend.   Miss Charity?”
    Roz thought
about it.   She had quite a few
friends.   But then she smiled.   “Tamron?”
    “I can’t
stand that woman, boss.   She puts on a
charity event and brags about it all year long.   Who does that?”
    “I hear you,
Tee.   But at least she puts on an event
and gives the money to the needy.”
    “She
wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room with those same needy people.   But I guess you have a point.   She just brags too much for my taste.”
    “Mine too,”
Roz said.   “But Tamron has her good side
too.   Is she arrogant?   Check.   Braggadocios?   Double check.   Helped me out when I could barely pay my rent
in New York?   Check.   Gave me a shoulder to cry on when man after
man broke my heart?   Check.”
    Then Roz
exhaled.   “Tamron’s not perfect,
Tee.   She has some serious deficits.   But what friend doesn’t?”
    “I know, I
know,” Tee agreed.   “But she’s just too
much!   Has all of those airs about her
like she’s better than everybody else when you’re married to a millionaire and
don’t even bring it up!”
    Roz allowed
Tee some liberties because of her older age, and the fact that Roz knew she had
her back.   But at the end of the day Roz
was still the boss.   “Send her in,” she
ordered.       
    Tee might
not have liked it, but she left and did what she was told.   And Tamron Dawson-Blake walked in and headed
straight for Roz’s desk.   They met years
ago in New York, when they were both struggling actresses.   Tamron was a socialite now, married to NFL
wide receiver Benny Blake, and was heralded more for her charity work than her
acting chops.   But she was still one of
the best pure actresses Roz had ever known.
    “Hey,
darling,” Tamron said as she plopped down on the seat in front of Roz’s
desk.   “You need to fire that bitch of a
secretary.   She knows how close we
are.   I don’t think I should have to be
announced to see one of my best friends.”
    “Let me stop
you right there,” Roz corrected her.   “You have to be announced.   You
can’t just barge into my office.   I may
have a client.   I