“Erin, the package you put together was great. I’m confident you will take care of the small details that Jhae hasn’t thought about,” Tyrus said, as he stood from his seat.
When I took over Jhae’s platforms, it was an unorganized mess, and she was still connected to her former label. I regained control of her social media, changed her passwords, answered potential brand connections and color coded her schedule. I can now book her for appearances after I implement Malcolm’s schedule on her calendar. There will be no more down days.
“You did an excellent job with the website and overall plan. Oh... and I named the albumComplexity,” she said.
I bounced my shoulders because she took my suggestion, and she chuckled.
“Okay, call Marquise,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Why?” I asked before I migrated to the couch, folding one of my legs underneath me.
“Do you have to ask?”
I powered up my phone, and it was loaded with angry messages from my bestie.
Marquise
Erin!
Marquise
Bet.
I tossed my hands in the air at his last message.
“Jhae, Marquise needs to learn how to respect my job. Last week with us sleeping in the same bed together blurred the lines.Nothing happened,” I confirmed before her mind wandered, “but we need hard boundaries. He will have to get over it,” I said.
“And there was your jealous episode at the game,” she said.
I slouched my prideful shoulders as my mind replayed the night. From that night forward, I’d been unable to separate myself from Marquise. Technically, this was my fault because I aided in the blurring of the lines.
“I know, but I’m getting us back on track,” I boasted with confidence.
Jhae lifted her phone and sent someone a quick text.
“You are going to find out the Shaw-Jefferies men are a different breed,” she said and tapped my knee.
Chapter Eight
Gray Area
Erin
Imodeled my outfit to Jhae for a second opinion. She was fashion forward and would be honest with me.
“Alright, Erin, it fits your overall style.”
I snapped my fingers to Icey’s “Chillout” record playing in the background. Everything from the ripped jeans, top, and oversized blazer coupled with my freshly lined hair gave me an edgier look. The deep red lipstick matched my brown skin to perfection.
“Date?” she questioned with narrowed eyes.
Sometimes I wondered whose side Jhae was on. I knew she was team Malcolm but she may also be team Marquise.
“Industry party. See, this is work. I’m going to put the word out about the album and the tour. Can I play ‘Golden Heart?’ at the party,” I questioned.
Jhae pursed her lips together but eventually approved my request with a head nod.
“Thank you,” I sang before I tucked my phone and my ID in my pocket.
