After getting caught up in a career-ending scandal, Heather Fox, an established R&B artist, takes drastic measures to save her reputation. As a result, she finds herself shoved into a fraudulent relationship with the infamous Devanté Swing, which wo...
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NEW YORK CITY, NY EARLY 90'S
Ebony Modine prioritized work above all else for the better or worse. Even when she found it insufferable to sit at her desk and prep for an interview she wasn’t feeling, she always managed to see it through and give it her all. Sometimes, she hated herself for being so heavily motivated to succeed. It was that exact mentality that got her stuck in situations like the one she was in today: preparing for a last-minute hand-me-down interview with Jermaine Jackson.
Absorbed in her notes, Ebony didn’t even spare a glance at her best friend as she stomped her way into her office and plopped down in the chair across from her own. It wasn’t until Heather propped her heel-covered feet on her desk that she looked up to give her full attention.
“Nah, of course, make yourself at home,” Ebony said dryly.
Ignoring her sarcasm, Heather ran a hand over her face– clearly troubled. “Eb, I fucked up,” she admitted softly.
“Well, if the recent tabloids are true, I agree.”
Heather furrowed her brows in confusion as Ebony took the newspaper she had hidden under a stack of similar articles and slid it across the desk in her friend’s direction.
Heather quickly snatched the paper up and scanned over the bold letters. Her face contorted to one of disgust. “Ain’t no mutherfuckin’ way–” she halted, letting her eyes wander over the words again to confirm she wasn’t seeing shit. “Heather Fox and Vanilla Ice go official? Hell, I’ve never even met the man!”
“That’s what your ass gets for telling the press with ya whole chest that you’d be open to dating outside your race. You knew damn well they was gonna cling to the first white boy in the near vicinity.”
A beat of silence passed between the two before Heather cupped a hand over her mouth to giggle causing Ebony to mirror her. “Shiiieeettt,” she said through her cackling, “I was hoping they’d start rumors about me and Matt Dillon.”
“Dally from The Outsiders?” Ebony questioned with her head cocked to the side. “Girl, he ain't worried about you.”
“It could happen! I already got Rob Lowe to crack. One down, six to go.”
Ebony playfully rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics, all while biting back a smile. “As much as I’d love to sit here and talk about your cracker barrel adventures– you gotta go. I have to prep for my interview with Jermaine Jackson.”
