right back to him.
“I mean, do you understand the opportunity I am giving you? It’s a hell of an opportunity, that’s fo real, if I must say so myself. I mean, baby, I can go get a renowned party planner from DC, Chicago, LA, New York, or somewhere to come in, and they’ll gladly take this job and run with it.”
Now you are taking it too far. You are really exaggerating now, Bambi said to herself as she listened to him carry on.
“But I want to offer it to you, because you home-grown. You are from here, and you always used to come to my clubs to show love and spend dough. So, now that I see your skills, Iain’t gonna overlook them. I want to give you some work. I mean, we can work out the details. I know the caliber of female you are. You don’t want to be working on front street, because, see, the mentality of our people is if they see you out there, it looks like you struggling or gotta work since that faggot left you. So I understand, and I can make you a behind-the-scenes type or however you want to do it. So, what do you say? You want the gig or not?”
Bambi knew she had Disco right where she wanted him: on the front burner, brewing. She looked into his eyes and said, “Look, I am just like you. I work for myself. I call the shots. So, as far as you hiring me, that’s not going to work. But”—she put her finger up once she saw his lip on the floor—“you can hire my company, if you’d like.”
He frowned, trying not to show that he was caught off guard.
“Your company? What company?” Disco somehow managed to close his mouth from the shock and asked.
“Yes, sweetie, Events R Us.” Bambi said it with such finesse that it sounded like the company had been in business for years, but she had just made it up seconds ago.
“Ummm …,” Disco said, still in shock.
“Is that a yes, or do you need a day or so to think about it?” Bambi asked him as she stood up.
“No. I mean, yes, I want to hire your company.”
“Good. I’ll have my secretary call you to set up a time when we can go over the contract,” she said, slipping on her full-length sable mink coat. She put her Gucci bag on her shoulder and casually strolled out of his office.
Just like that, out of an hour meeting, Bambi created her business and vowed to herself that it would be a lucrative one.
CHAPTER 6
He Done Messed with
Car Troubles
B ambi couldn’t wait to call Egypt to share her good news. She picked up her car and promised Joe that she’d be back to get him later to go and get the mirror. She kept trying all Egypt’s lines but couldn’t get in touch with her, so Bambi decided to head to DC to go shopping. There was traffic on the highway, so she took Route 1, a two-lane highway that ran parallel with the interstate. When she was past Ashland, Egypt called her back.
As Bambi was boasting about her happy news, she suddenly noticed that her car was smoking like a forest fire.
“What da hell?” she shouted, which threw Egypt for a loop.
“What’s going on, girl?” Egypt asked in a worried tone.
“It’s my dang-gone car, and it’s smoking like a chimney. I got to bail out before this bitch blows up. I am going to call you back.”
“Where you at? I am coming to get you.” The phone went dead before Egypt could get an answer.
Bambi pulled into a little bootleg, jackleg mechanic shop where she was greeted by a light-skinned, sloppy grease monkey with his belly hanging over his pants and sweat rolling off his face even though the weather was rather brisk outside. He had come out of the shop when he saw all the smoke pulling into the parking lot. Bambi was furious when she hopped out of her practically brand-new Corvette that she had literally just taken from the shop. But with the grease monkey looking at her eye to eye, her car wasn’t the first thought that came to her mind. The first thing that ran across her mind was, Shit, he takes grease monkey to a whole ’nother level.
“I need you to look at
“I mean, do you understand the opportunity I am giving you? It’s a hell of an opportunity, that’s fo real, if I must say so myself. I mean, baby, I can go get a renowned party planner from DC, Chicago, LA, New York, or somewhere to come in, and they’ll gladly take this job and run with it.”
Now you are taking it too far. You are really exaggerating now, Bambi said to herself as she listened to him carry on.
“But I want to offer it to you, because you home-grown. You are from here, and you always used to come to my clubs to show love and spend dough. So, now that I see your skills, Iain’t gonna overlook them. I want to give you some work. I mean, we can work out the details. I know the caliber of female you are. You don’t want to be working on front street, because, see, the mentality of our people is if they see you out there, it looks like you struggling or gotta work since that faggot left you. So I understand, and I can make you a behind-the-scenes type or however you want to do it. So, what do you say? You want the gig or not?”
Bambi knew she had Disco right where she wanted him: on the front burner, brewing. She looked into his eyes and said, “Look, I am just like you. I work for myself. I call the shots. So, as far as you hiring me, that’s not going to work. But”—she put her finger up once she saw his lip on the floor—“you can hire my company, if you’d like.”
He frowned, trying not to show that he was caught off guard.
“Your company? What company?” Disco somehow managed to close his mouth from the shock and asked.
“Yes, sweetie, Events R Us.” Bambi said it with such finesse that it sounded like the company had been in business for years, but she had just made it up seconds ago.
“Ummm …,” Disco said, still in shock.
“Is that a yes, or do you need a day or so to think about it?” Bambi asked him as she stood up.
“No. I mean, yes, I want to hire your company.”
“Good. I’ll have my secretary call you to set up a time when we can go over the contract,” she said, slipping on her full-length sable mink coat. She put her Gucci bag on her shoulder and casually strolled out of his office.
Just like that, out of an hour meeting, Bambi created her business and vowed to herself that it would be a lucrative one.
CHAPTER 6
He Done Messed with
Car Troubles
B ambi couldn’t wait to call Egypt to share her good news. She picked up her car and promised Joe that she’d be back to get him later to go and get the mirror. She kept trying all Egypt’s lines but couldn’t get in touch with her, so Bambi decided to head to DC to go shopping. There was traffic on the highway, so she took Route 1, a two-lane highway that ran parallel with the interstate. When she was past Ashland, Egypt called her back.
As Bambi was boasting about her happy news, she suddenly noticed that her car was smoking like a forest fire.
“What da hell?” she shouted, which threw Egypt for a loop.
“What’s going on, girl?” Egypt asked in a worried tone.
“It’s my dang-gone car, and it’s smoking like a chimney. I got to bail out before this bitch blows up. I am going to call you back.”
“Where you at? I am coming to get you.” The phone went dead before Egypt could get an answer.
Bambi pulled into a little bootleg, jackleg mechanic shop where she was greeted by a light-skinned, sloppy grease monkey with his belly hanging over his pants and sweat rolling off his face even though the weather was rather brisk outside. He had come out of the shop when he saw all the smoke pulling into the parking lot. Bambi was furious when she hopped out of her practically brand-new Corvette that she had literally just taken from the shop. But with the grease monkey looking at her eye to eye, her car wasn’t the first thought that came to her mind. The first thing that ran across her mind was, Shit, he takes grease monkey to a whole ’nother level.
“I need you to look at
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