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may be in a
confidential meeting.   Tee knows what
she’s doing.”
    “The bitch,”
Tamron said.
    “And she
loves you too,” Roz said with a smile.   Then she tossed her marker aside and leaned back.   “So what have you been up to this beautiful
day?   No, let me guess.   You’ve been shopping.”
    “All day,
girl,” Tamron responded with a smile of her own.   “Up and down those aisles like a maniac.   I bought more clothes than my car could
carry.   I had to call in a back-up car.”
    Roz shook
her head.   “You’re going to shop so much
until you drop dead one of these days.”
    “I sure hope
so,” Tamron said with a grin.   “There’s
no better way to go in my book!   I’ll die
happy.   I sure hope so!   But you’re right.   I go overboard.   Now I’m tired to the bone.”
    “But yet you
still managed enough energy to drop by here.   Which means you came for a very specific reason.”
    “You know
it’s for a reason,” Tamron said as she began removing her gloves.   “I’m a very busy woman too you know.   You aren’t the only somebody running
something around here.”
    “You’re
absolutely correct,” Roz agreed.   “I run
this talent agency, and you run your mouth.”
    Tamron
laughed.   “You’re wrong for that,
Roz!   I run Benny’s foundation, thank you
very much.”
    “So what’s
up?   What did you have to say that a
phone call couldn’t say?”
    “I wanted to
know the answer.”
    Roz was
puzzled.   “What answer?”
    “Rosalind!   The answer about the invitation to my
masquerade ball!”
    Roz
remembered.   “Oh, right!   I’ll be there, yeah.”
    Tamron
looked sidelong at Roz.   “Come on now,
you know what I mean.   Will Mick be
there?   That’s the question I need an
answer to.   I know you’ll support
me.   You always support me.   But I need that hubby of yours to be there
too.”
    “He can’t
make it, sorry.”
    Tamron’s
look changed from whimsical to disappointed.   “You asked him, Roz?”
    “Of course I
asked him!   Why would you think I
wouldn’t?”
    “Because I
know how you protect his ass.   But if you
only knew!”
    Roz stared
at Tamron.   “If I only knew what?” she
asked.
    But Tamron
wasn’t going to go there.   “What reason
did he give this time?”
    “He doesn’t
have to give me a reason, Tam.   I asked
if he would come with me to your annual charitable event, and he said no.”
    “And you
just left it at that?”
    Roz
frowned.   “Yes, I left it at that.   How did you expect me to leave it?”
    “When I
truly want something from my husband,” Tamron said firmly, “I know how to get
it.   I’m just saying.”
    “Your
husband isn’t Mick Sinatra,” Roz shot back.   “I’m just saying.”
    Tamron
leaned her head back.   Like Roz, she was
a petite African-American woman.   But
unlike Roz, her beauty was more in her style and self-confidence than in any
actual attractiveness.   “I was really
counting on Mick showing up this time,” Tamron said.   “I already told people he was going to be
there.   That’s why they RSVP’d.   People want to rub elbows with a gorgeous bad
boy CEO like him.   He’s good for
business.   This was going to be my
biggest fundraising event ever.   I was
counting on him, Roz!”
    “I don’t
know why,” Roz said.   “I told you I would
ask him, but I also told you he was probably going to say no.”
    “Oh, come on
Roz!   He loves your black ass!   If you would have bothered to work that magic
right, he would have said yes.”
    Roz was
dismissive.   “I don’t know what magic
you’re talking about.”
    “The magic
that’s in that twinkle in your big eyes and in those dimples on your pretty
face.   And especially that magic in that
golden retreat between your legs.”
    Roz
laughed.   “Girl bye!   You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
    “I do know!”
Tamron fired back.   “I know Mick Sinatra
did not put a ring on your