"And then she had the AUDACITY to tell me to call her General!"
"GENERALLLL!" Lisa calls out from the bathroom.
"GENERAL!" I yell back as I pace the bedroom angrily. Because I didn't get back until late last night after getting sidetracked with my family (a whole other issue) I am just now able to tell Lisa about the interaction between Kamala and me. While telling this story I am getting even more pissed than I was yesterday because she really was playing in my face! Questioning my credibility as a crisis manager! It's pronounced Ka-Ma-La, girl fuck you!
"She still fine huh?" Lisa asks coming out of the bathroom with a smirk on her face. I dramatically fall back onto the bed that has a heap of dresses on it. "She is gorgeous ugh! I wanted to jump her so bad!" I confess, upset with myself.
"Well I mean, you can still jump her" Lisa says unhelpfully and I glare up at her. "Not helping! The reason I am bringing you tonight is to help me control myself" I tell her and even I can hear how pathetic I sound. Why would I, one of the best crisis managers in the world who job it is to control crisis, need someone to help keep me under control?
It's because of her! Those eyes! That smile! That damn voice!
"Okay calm down Mini, you know you're the reason Minayah is so dramatic" she teases and I give her the middle finger. "This is all in your head okay? You can handle one night around her without jumping back in bed with her. I say we find you the sexist dress and show her exactly how bad she fucked up all those years ago" she says evilly and I smile at her because I am definitely down with that idea.
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We go through the routine of dressing, makeup, and styling our hair. Nearly two hours later we are heading to the White House. "Do you think secret service is going to check our purses on the way out? I told Theo I would bring him back some lobsters" Lisa says as we pull in front of the entrance.
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I look at her in confusion and then down at her small purse. "Lisa you can't fit lobster in that" I say and she shrugs in indifference. Of course she will try to find a way to fit the lobsters, I hope she doesn't think she is using my purse.
