50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Seventy-Nine

    "Destiny Richards Entertainment. No, too boring. DSR Entertainment News. Also too boring." Destiny paced the length of Aubrey's home office, dressed in a red and white striped peasant girl top and jeans. "DeRich, no. Tacky. Ugh." She sat at his desk and leaned back, struggling to think of a name for the entertainment news blog site that Aubrey was encouraging her to create. Trying to come up with a name for the site off of the top of her head was like grasping at straws. How fiction writers or songwriters were able to come up with ideas out of the thin air, was beyond her. It was why she leaned towards journalism. While she loved to write, journalism suited her because there was no idea she had to come up with. The story was there, presented to her on a silver platter...all she had to do was choose how to communicate that already-existing story to others.

    Entertainment news as a whole was relatively new to her; she was still getting used to the concept of her being an entertainment news reporter. Reporting on her culture had always been a goal...but hip hop was a culture. Everything else could be considered pop culture. She was trying to be open-minded about the idea, but so far she was coming up with zilch.

    "Hellooooo, is anybody home?"

    "In here, Carlos," Destiny called, still leaning as far back as the chair would allow her.

    Carlos poked his head into the room a moment later. "Am I disrupting creativity?"

    "There is no creativity going on in here," she muttered, righting the chair. "You can come in."

    He entered and the first thing that struck her was what he was wearing: dark slacks, an untucked button-down shirt, and understated dress shoes. It was one of the most low-key outfits she'd ever seen him wear. His flamboyance was turned way down.

    She arched an eyebrow at him.

    He looked down at his own outfit. "What, this?"

    "On your way to work, I take it?"

    "I'm still trying to get a feel for the place," he said, collapsing into one of the seats on the other side of the desk. "I don't know if they can handle my real style."

    "Since when do you care? The Carlos I know would've walked in there looking like the flyest circus ringmaster to ever exist."

    He burst out laughing and shrugged. "I didn't feel like bringing my cocky swag in there today," he said. "Oh, shit. Is this what growing up feels like? How depressing."

    "Aw, my Carlos is growing up." She gasped.

    Rolling his eyes, he gestured to the computer monitor. "What are you working on?"

    "You mean, what am I failing at currently?" She sighed. "I'm trying to come up with a website name idea and I'm bombing all over the place. I can't come up with anything."

    "A website idea name? Pfft, that's easy." Carlos stroked his chin while narrowing his eyes in thought. "How about...BBN? Bad Bitch News. Is that taken? That's probably taken."

    "Bad Bitch News?" she repeated, laughing. "What the hell?"

    "What?" he demanded, spreading his arms out. "You're a bad bitch, and you're reporting the news. It's a no-brainer. But if you're going to be picky as shit, then no wonder it's difficult to come up with something."

    "I'm sorry if I don't want something that is my potential legacy to be named 'Bad Bitch News,'" she said through more laughter.

    Carlos scratched his head. "Well, shit, then what do you want to name it?"