“Fuck!” I yelled, hopping on one foot until the pain eased.
My plan was to make the executive producer tell me this shit to my face. I snatched the door open and ran right into Sandy Milton, the executive producer, who had her fist balled, ready to knock on the door. Standing behind her were two tall security guards.
“Hey, Saje, I’m sorry to inform you that?—”
“Sandy, you ain’t gotta inform me about a gotdamn thing. My packed boxes did all the informing,” I said sarcastically with a smirk on my face. “The least you could’ve done was not make me waste my time and gas driving up to this bitch.”
“No need for the hostility, Saje. I’ll be honest, I was the one who recommended the removal, and the studio leadership authorized it due to the scandal you’ve been involved in. It’s affecting the workplace.”
“Bullshit! What does my personal life have to do with my work, Sandy? No one had the right to run and tell my fuckin’ business. Instead of making an executive decision, y’all could’ve come to me and asked me what happened.”
“Saje, I’m sorry. Our decision is final.”
I stared at her, not believing I was going through this.
“Do you know what y’all can do with thatfinal decision? Shove it up y’all flat, stank asses!” I replied, answering my own question.
“This is all business.”
She thought saying that would make a difference. It didn’t do shit but make me even angrier.
“Saje, as a courtesy, there is one thing we would like you to do for us.”
Sandy didn’t wait for me to respond. She kept talking. “We would like to film one more episode, you know, killing off your character.”
The fuck?
“Bitch, one more episode, my muthafuckin’ ass! Go find a stunt double or some shit and kill that bitch off your stupid ass show!” I spat.
Sandy and the rest of them had me fucked up.
“Y’all will never find another Saje St. Pierre! I made this show what it is. What other thick, pretty bitch gon’ get y’all the same views like I did?”
Sandy pursed her pale, thin lips and motioned for the guards to enter the dressing room. “Please see that Mrs. St. Pierre… Oops, I mean, Ms. Atkins, safely makes it off the property.”
She backed up out of my face quickly after that.
“Sandy, fuck you! And everybody else around this muthafucka! You ain’t shit, and this show won’t be shit without me! Fuck y’all!” Everybody was going to hear me on my way out.
When I say those guards got me the fuck up out of there in a hurry, they played no games.
After my truck was loaded, I sped away in full tears, defeated and mad at the world. When I arrived home, I remembered the envelope on the vanity with my name on it. I didn’t have time to open it back in the dressing room.
I ripped it open and pulled out the folded, single sheet of paper.
Hey,
I’m sure by the time you read this letter, you heard the news. “You’ve been fired, hoe!” I wish I could be there to see the stupid-ass look on yo’ face when they told you. You should’ve kept that pussy tucked in yo’ panties. Bitch, you had it good being with a fine, rich nigga like Reason. Youlucky his ass wasn’t a cheater because either Novah or I would’ve had a ball jumping up and down on that dick… I bet that shit is big as fuck. It’s a shame.
You fucked my nigga, Ezekiel, and Novah’s man, Basheer. Smh, you a real slut bucket. Aren’t you ashamed? Letting multiple niggas cum in that sloppy pussy. Where did being a hoe get you, Saje? Ha, I’ll let you think about that question for a minute. You sure will have all the time in the world to think after this.
Since you love being the center of attention, I made sure to put the focus all on you. I told Sandy about the eventful gender reveal. Now, you’re really the star at the studio. You’re welcome.
Deuces, bitch,
Wynn
I cried and screamed repeatedly as I pounded my fists against the steering wheel like it was Wynn’s fucking head.
