Page 6 of Numb: Poetic's Pain
“Good morning Mr. Pain, you have someone here that wants to talk to you.” I gave Taylor a mean mug because she already knew how I felt about pop ups.
“Good morning Mr. Pain.” A sweet soft voice could be heard on the other side of me. I turned to look her way and caught an instant attitude.
“Tatum Reece, what do you want?” I snapped. I never had no run ins with her, but she was everyone in Hollywood’s nightmare. The bitch would tear your life apart for a good story and I had no clue what she wanted from me. I just knew I wanted no parts of dealing with her. I knew I was going to have to have this conversation because she would do some dumb shit to piss me off and the last thing I needed was drama.
“I was wondering if I can speak to you in private.”
“You do know the professional way would have been to call and set an appointment like everyone else.”
“I know, but I’ve been trying to get an appointment with you for months.” She lied. I knew that wasn’t true because Taylor never mentioned her name.
“So, you just gone lie in my face?” I chuckled.
“I don’t have no reason to lie Mr. Pain,” she said. I didn’t comment on that because I already knew how reporters were.
“Taylor I’m going to my office I’ll call when I’m ready for you to send her back.” I said while heading to my office. I made it in my office, closed the door, took a deep breath then sat everything I had in my hands down. I didn’t want to talk to her, because I didn’t know what she wanted. There was things in my life that I didn’t want anyone to know about and I had a feeling one of these days I wasn’t going to be able to hide it forever. I sat at my desk and bowed my head and said a quick prayer. Once I was finished I called Taylor and told her to send Tatum back. I heard a light tap on the door and told her to come in. I sat behind my desk and waited for her to have a seat.
“Thanks so much for meeting with me Mr. Pain.”
“You got, ten minutes, now what can I do for you?” She looked at me and rolled her eyes, but I didn’t give a damn. While she was getting her words in order, I couldn’t help but to take in her beauty. Tatum was fine as fuck, milk chocolate skin color, thick all over like I preferred my women, face so natural, hair was curly and complemented her full chunky face. She was beautiful, but her job was a fucked up one. I just didn’t understand how you could tear people’s shit apart for the hottest story to make a buck.
“I’ve been following a story for a couple of years and I know for sure that you worked with the person for years. So, I wanted to know if there was anything you can tell me about Carol Peterson.” The sound of that name caused my blood to boil and me to see red, but I knew I would have to hold my anger in. I didn’t need Tatum to suspect something and then start digging.
“I can’t tell you nothing about that woman and your ten minutes is up.” I said in a calm tone.
“Mr. Pain, please, anything you can say will be confidential and will only stay between the two of us.”
“Listen and listen loud and clear. If I knew anything I wouldn’t tell you shit. You get a thrill out of fucking up people’s life don’t you? You love to feed off of folks’ business. What you got going on in your life? Are you married? Do you have kids? How is your relationship with you and your parents?” She sat there and looked at me with the meanest mug ever.
“Excuse me Mr. Pain, but this isn’t about me.” She spoke in a soft but irritated tone.
“Exactly, you don’t want me in your business so you should stay out of other folks’ business. This meeting is over Ms. Reece, you can go ahead and leave.” I said while getting up to open the door for her.
I had a feeling this was going to be about some bullshit I didn’t even want to talk about. No words were spoken as she got up and sashayed right out of my office. I stepped out the door and watched her walk away until I didn’t see her anymore. I must say the way her ass jiggled all the way out the door had my dick brick as fuck which was crazy to me. I disliked this chick but was pretty much attracted to her. I shook my head while walking back in my office and closing the door. I’ve seen Tatum plenty of times on the news or in the newspaper and magazines, but never in person. I must say she looked great in person, but if she kept fucking with people, she was gone end her pretty little life sooner than it should be ended. The sound of my phone vibrating on my desk brought me from my thoughts. I looked at the screen and saw it was Kayla calling.
“What’s good Kayla?” I asked soon as I answered.
“Hey Poetic, thanks so much for the flowers, they’re beautiful and I can’t wait til dinner tonight.”
“You’re welcome, Kayla, and I’ll see you later.” I said right before hanging up the phone. The minute I sat down, my mind started to wander. Not only did Tatum say she had been following Carol for years she came here to ask me questions. Now I’m wondering if she knows anything, what made her come to me. Now at this very moment so many things were running through my head and now I was starting to revert back to that young teen that always asked why me. I sat at my desk in deep thought, throat dry as the Sahara Desert, palms sweating and thoughts all over the place. I bowed my head and said a prayer like always. It seemed like meditation, and talking to Mrs. Barrel had been everything I needed these past couple of years.
