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xvi: where's dj khaled when you need him?

16:  Where's DJ KHALED When You Need Him?

Walking into the upscale lunch spot I spotted Robyn immediately because she was on her phone talking to someone, but when she saw me she dismissed the call, standing up she greeted me with a hug, "You look beautiful as always."

She was hiding something.

Robyn had been representing me for six years and I knew when she was hiding something, like my twenty-first birthday when she said I looked like I had lost weight even though I had just come from a crawfish-boil with my mother's side of the family in New Orleans. Or when she told me that my skin looked flawless even though approximately five minutes later I broke out into hives when she told me that the couture dress she was supposed to be babysitting for me since I had to leave the country for the week was the victim to her poodle who hadn't been potty trained.

"What happened, did Time find a loophole in the contract and I have to stay with them for another century, did my meeting get canceled with Roy, or did Trish lose my clothes from Giorgio and Donatella, which is it?" I said sitting down in my chair looking at her.

Shaking her head with her lips pursed she looked at the entrance, "Uhm—is that Mcqueen?" She said pointing at my handbag.

Looking at the bag I looked back at her, "Everything I'm wearing is Mcqueen, I told you this is my OOTW, I thought this meeting was about that but you're compliments are proving otherwise."

"Why would you think that, you have been doing great on those lately," She looked at the entrance causing for me to look at the entrance as well wondering if Sarah Jessica Parker was going to come strutting through, "I love this outfit, so did you want to give a gal a makeover." Robyn said giving me a terrible New York City accent.

Snorting I placed a hand under my chin and narrowed my eyes at her, "Ok so one, you're from Puerto Rico and two, you were raised in Texas and three, you suck at lying so what do you have under your sleeve?"

Letting out a breath she said in one breath, "I set up a meeting with you and the executive producer of the show 'One on One: Boxers' and their covering Bala."

My eyes widened, "What the hell—" 
Few turned to look at me and I quickly fixed my tone by clenching my teeth, "What in the hell made you do that Robyn Vasquez, I thought I told you I am not a reporter, nor do I write about anything that doesn't—"

"He's here," She interrupted, and I narrowed my eyes at her and mouthed 'you're so fired', ignoring my words she held out her hand to the older looking white man, "Teddy it's so lovely to finally meet you."

Smiling he shook her hand and looked down at me, "And you must be the Queen of New York Majesty Jewels."

Getting up from my spot I shook his hands and plastered on the fakest smile I could, "It's nice to meet you Teddy," Cutting my eyes to Robyn I said, "This meeting is quite unexpected."

"I know this is last minute, but we have to attend to our fighter's needs." He chuckled sitting down next to me.

I was confused, pissed and many more emotions, what did he mean by 'attend to our fighter's needs', I hadn't seen him in a month and I wasn't ready to be back around him now, not when I still wasn't over him, first he didn't want me now he wanted me to cover his interview, what did he want from me, "May I ask what you mean by that?"

Looking at Robyn with a confused look he looked back at me, "I would have thought that your manager would have told you that Bala wants you to interview him for the episode since Ruby, the host, is out on maternity leave."