Free I'm Doin' Me by Anna Black Page B

and flopped down onto the sofa. After drinking almost half the bottle, she put it down and struggled to get to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. She finished and sat there sobbing.
    She couldn’t believe they declined. Why would they decline? Now, her and her entire staff would have to move on to something else. She stood, peeled off her clothes, and went to bed naked.
    The next morning, she woke up and decided she wouldn’t allow this to consume her. She called a meeting and gave her staff the farewell speech. She ended it with, “Let’s finish this with a bang.” They all applauded.
    What could she do? It was out of her hands. She had contacted fifteen networks and gotten nowhere, so she accepted it for what it was worth.
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    Tiffany and Asia arrived on time for Kory and Tressa’s engagement party. Tiffany was excited because she was going to see Kennedy. They went inside and the host showed them to their table. They were seated at Kory’s family’s table right next to Kennedy. She went to the open bar to get a drink and then she saw Kennedy.
    She screamed. “Kay, oh my God!”
    â€œTiffany, how are you?” Kennedy yelled back. They hugged for what seemed like eternity.
    â€œLook at you. You haven’t changed a bit.”
    â€œYou haven’t either, girl. You are slaying in that outfit. You are still gorgeous,” her friend said.
    â€œAnd so are you,” she said. They heard a voice call out for Kennedy and turned to see who it was. “Oh my God, that is not Cherae,” Tiffany said, floored.
    â€œTiffany?” Cher said.
    â€œCher,” she said and they hugged.
    â€œWhat are you doing in L.A., girl? And furthermore, why am I not at you and Kory’s engagement party? We all know y’all had a thing for each other.” She winked.
    â€œWe did not,” Tiffany, said denying it.
    â€œUmmm, ya did,” Cher said and they laughed.
    â€œWell, I heard you dated him,” Tiffany said.
    â€œShhhh, don’t you ever repeat that again. That should not have happened at all.” They laughed again.
    They went to their seats and Kennedy and Tiffany whispered back and forth, catching up and reminiscing.
    The DJ came on the mic and got the engagement party started. Tiffany dipped out to the ladies’ room, and when she came out she saw him. It was Langley Green. Her feet were like cement, but she decided to approach him.
    â€œExcuse me, Mr. Green,” she said.
    He looked at her and the person he was speaking to excused himself and moved on. “Yes?” he answered.
    â€œI don’t mean to bother you, and I know this is supposed to be a celebration, but I wanted to take a moment to thank you for the opportunity of pitching to your network. I know you declined my show, but I thank you for even letting me in the door. In the future, if you are looking for a young, fresh writer, please keep me in mind,” she said humbly.
    He frowned. “I’m sorry, young lady, but have we met?”
    â€œNo, sir, not formally.” She extended her hand. “I’m Tiffany Richardson, executive producer and head writer for the series Boy Crazy. Your daughter spoke to you about me a couple weeks ago.” The look on his face told her he had no idea what she was talking about. “You set me up with an interview with Wallace Mitchell.” He still looked like a deer in headlights. “I’m sorry, sir, you have no idea who I am, do you?”
    â€œNo, I’m afraid I don’t, but I’d like for you to fill me in really quickly on what I am supposed to have done.”
    They walked over to a little bench and sat. Tiffany was amazed that he was inclined to hear her out. When she finally paused, he told her that he was familiar with the show and he knew of her and how she had taken the series from number six to number one in just one season. He told her to contact his office on Monday and they’d