Before Tae could leave New York, she had her own damage to someone's career to do. Shod Santiago was one of Tae's best friends from grade school and was also very successful in his own right, after high school he moved to Atlanta for college and to start up his own party planning business.
"AAHHHHH BITCH! I was wondering when you was going to bring yo ass up in here to come see me." He screamed as he stood up from his desk smoothing down his tie and shirt, his 5'8 built frame, and his milk chocolate skin was flawless, and his bald head glistened under the ceiling lights.
"You know I had to come see you before I went back to LA." Tae hugged him tight then planted a kiss on his left cheek.
"Girl I seen you walkin that reeeeddd carpet with the rich white people! And what the hell is going on with you and Rihanna!? Yea, I seen all them pics plastered all over TMZ and MTO!" He yelled at her pointing his finger in her face. "You not suppose to be having drinks with the enemy, bitch you crazy!?"
"People have dinner with the enemies all the time. The Natives did."
"Yea and look what happened to them! They got their land taken AND was given smallpox! Then white people got the nerve to celebrate Columbus Day on sacred ground."
Tae shook her head and rolled her eyes at his comparison.
"Aannnyway, how's business?"
"Girl you know, New York is New York. Everybody got somewhere to be at 4:00 and it's 3:45 and they 30 minutes away. It's going great!" Shod walked back around his desk taking a seat behind the cherry wood desk that held a verity of supplies.
"Well I need your help, I know one of your venues is booked for November 15th and you know that's Toya's birthday, so I was wondering if you could cancel on that event? And I'll pay you double." Tae smiled knowing she was going to get her way.
Shod looked up in confusion, not sure why she was asking him this, as he thought Tae could see the wheels in his head turning as they pieced everything together.
"Biiiiitch! You petty mutha fucka!" Shod said with a grin.
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Drake sipped from his white styrofoam cup as the beat played back through the speakers. Marvin's Room was one of Drake's favorite place to record when he wasn't home. The long walls of the hallways were lined with famous African American Art. Paintings, sculptures, and drawings sat in every room.
The studio was equipped with everything mentionable. Drake felt at ease, he felt comfortable, calm. It was a second home for him.
With everything going on, Tae hanging out with Rihanna and him blowing up in front of paparazzi, his phone had been going off non-stop. He had spoken to his mother earlier in the day to assure her that last night was nothing and that he had a 'moment' and of course she offered her words of wisdom.
"What's up Killa?" Oliver said walking in the studio. "I gotta put you on a leash now!?" He teased as he began to laugh and squeeze Drake's left shoulder.
Drake smiled and shook his head "you know I can't stand paparazzi." He joined his hand with Oliver's and pulling him into a hug.
"Eh, we all have our moments." Oliver said as he grabbed a seat in between Drake and 40. "You know something happened with Tae and Rihanna?" Drake turned his head to face Oliver, listening to what he was saying. Drake became extremely confused and concerned.
"She told me not to tell you, and you know I'm not too good at keeping things from you, but she called telling me what happened." Oliver said looking at Drake.
"Is Tae ok? She home? What happened?" Drake stood up as if he was on his way out the door, Oliver grabbed Drake's arm pulling him back to his chair, but Drake remained standing up.
Oliver smiled at realizing that Drake was truly over Rihanna, he was more concerned with Tae's feelings, then what Rihanna said. Oliver was always outspoken to Drake about his real-life dislike for Rihanna, so comparing the two, Tae was a breath of fresh air, yes she had her drama and past situations, but she wasn't stringing him along in hopes of something knowing it wouldn't work. His distant relationship/friendship with Rihanna was exactly what it was. Distant.
"She's home, she's fine, just talk to her when you get back." Oliver said giving Drake a genuine face that Tae was ok.
Sitting in the studio Drake's obsession with perfection was beginning to eat at him. He was overworking himself again and he could tell, words and phrases stopped coming easily to him, his brain was shutting down. He pinched the brim of his nose and closed his eyes. With Tae on his mind and his phone constantly lighting up his energy was shot.
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Tae pushed open the doors of the YOLO estate, she pulled her luggage as far into the house as she could before she dropped everything on the floor, flinging her backpack to the ground and making her way to the large reddish-brown leather couch that sat in one of the dens and threw her body onto it. She wasn't sure who was home, nor did she care to look. With her body only running on fumes, it would take her days to walk up the steps.
New York had taken a toll on Tae and all she wanted was to lay down and go to sleep, it wasn't so much the constant state of being busy, it was more so of her still being in her feelings about her dinner with Rihanna. For some reason it took everything out of her, she couldn't understand how the dinner was going so well then out the blue everything went downhill and fast.
Tae was beginning to feel bad about her comment to Rihanna, but at the moment she couldn't let Rihanna disrespect her like that. Tae started to assume that was the only reason she even asked her to join her for drinks. To eventually insult her and her relationship with Drake. Somehow Tae knew that, and she braced herself for it the whole time she sat at the table.
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Fanfiction"And Draya, Dollicia ... The rest of them?" Drake asked as his back was turned to her. Tae sat quiet again unsure of what he was really asking, what he really wanted to know that she hadn't already confessed about. "They were a 'at that moment' thin...
