“Jodi,” Rayven announced, not sounding too pleased to be on the phone with me. I didn’t think she had anything against me. From what I knew, Rayven was like that with everyone.
“Is she okay? I’ve been calling for two days.”
“Define okay.”
I sighed. “How bad is it?”
“She’s still considering flying out to his place in Miami and trashing that, too.”
“But you’re not going to let her do that, right?”
“Of course not.”
“What happened the other night, then?”
“I was busy,” Rayven snapped.
I pulled the phone from my ear. “Girl, I know you’re a tenth-degree black belt or whatever in like fifteen different martial arts but don’t you ever—”
“Look, Jodi, Lena’s fine. She’ll work through it and either take the bum back or not. Either way, she’s safe. I’ve gotta go.”
“She might be safe, but I’m calling in regards to her career.”
“It’ll be forgotten. Don’t these things always blow over? Some other fool will be in the news in a few days behind some dumb shit, and they’ll forget all about Lena’s mess.”
“I know you want to believe that, but that’s not always the case.”
Rayven sighed. I knew she was growing impatient with this conversation, and while I didn’t know Rayven well, there was one thing I did know. She loved her cousin deeply. She protected and looked out for her.
“I’ll be sending over a statement I’ve written up for Lena to post. My office is already in communication with law enforcement to try and get any word on whether or not he plans to press charges.”
“That son of a bitch better not. You don’t even know half of what he did.”
“I’m sure I don’t, and truth be told, I don’t want to know either. Still, he has the right to press charges for the destruction of his property. The house was in his name. Luckily, there wasn’t any damage to the actual house. Anyway, I’m not a lawyer. I don’t know the ins and outs of all that shit. Tell Lena to check her email and post the damn statement on all her social media accounts. And to get some better friends.”
There were three chicks with her that night, egging her on. One of ’em was the culprit that posted the video under a dummy account.
Rayven made a sound at the back of her throat. “Been telling her that shit. I’ve got to go.”
“Thanks, Rayven.”
“Yeah.”
I tossed the phone onto the dashboard after disconnecting the call and emailing the statement I’d already composed for Lena to post.
“That settled?”
“For me, it is. I have to call Alecia and let her know. Always something with these celebs,” I chirped, shaking my head.
“Do you like your job?” Micah questioned, peering over at me before turning back to face the road.
Sitting back in my seat, I thought about the question. “I did. I started in PR right out of college. I was twenty-two years old and got the opportunity to work in the same sphere as some of the people I’d seen on TV. It was fun.”
Micah snorted.
“Don’t mock me.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not mocking you, baby. I can picture you running shit at twenty-two, fresh out of college.”
