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Friday September 22nd, 2000
"So how did it go?" Cynthia asked kicking off her black combat boots and putting her feet up on the coffee table of Skeeter's Bleecker Street apartment.
"Perfect! Just like you said it would," Skeeter confessed taking a seat beside her on the stained futon sofa.
"Did you tell 'em everything you told me?"
"Yeah, everything. Did you see it in the paper?"
"Nope. When do you think I have time to read newspapers?" she said laughing as if that were a foreign thought.
"Here take a look," he said picking up the newspaper from the floor beside the futon and handing her the crinkled newspaper.
She glanced down at the newspaper folded to the article and started to read. "Georgia man cleared of any involvement in the shooting of Abdul Azam. The NYPD announced today that they have cleared the lingerie businessman Skeeter Diamond in the shooting of Amir Hada's bodyguard, Abdul Azam. The NYPD arrested a homeless man in the shooting and all charges have been dropped against Mr. Diamond. It is reported that Mr. Azam has fully recovered from the incident and is still employed by Mr. Hada. The real estate tycoon Amir Hada builder of the new Manhattan Gold International Spa couldn't be reached for comment. Mr. Diamond also refused to make a comment other than he had hired the prestigious law firm of Steinburg, Williams and Weinstein to represent him in any future matters pertaining to this case."
"Cool! I told you Uncle Steve could fix you up. Which one of them did you meet with?"
"I talked with Steinburg."
"Ohhh, he's a barracuda," she laughed.
"Yeah! Why don't you go to work for them? They got some nice offices there. I bet having your Uncle being a partner and everything, they would pay you a lot of money," he said looking at her with more respect.
"I'm not interested in law and trials and bull like that. I'm a diva, dude! I play the clubs. Offices and water coolers aren't my scene," she said lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah I can understand that. Anyway, they were great. I won't be puttin' up with anymore bull from any of them," Skeeter said.
"So who are they going after for ya'?" she asked.
"He says there's a lot of ways to go here. There ain't no shortage of people with money in this situation. He said probably just wait a little while and we'll see what goes down."
"I told you Skeeter. You got all of 'em by the hairs. I mean that Hada guy; he's totally loaded. The city ain't exactly innocent. Then that woman, you got a full house," she said blowing a smoke ring for emphasis.
"You're not jealous about me having another women?" Skeeter asked.
"No. Look you do what you need to do. I know the score. It's not like your Mama tells you at all. It takes more than talent and brains to make a name for yourself especially in this town. I mean in my business you don't always get the gigs because you're talented. Look at some of those singers out there. You know I'm better. You do what you got to do, keep all options open. I'm doin' the same, no questions asked," she said grinding her cigarette into the full ashtray on the coffee table.
The phone rang on the table beside the futon.
"Looks like one of your options is calling you now," she said looking at the caller ID and seeing J. Morgan on the display.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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