One of the last few excerpts I’ll be sharing from “ICON”, and I apologize for some of the words used in reference to certain people in the book. They are purposely used in accordance with a specific character’s personality and emotional state, and not intended to offend. This novel gets a little spicy at times, but not too spicy. I really am enjoying writing song lyrics for the main characters, because it allows me to utilize a talent I hadn’t used in years. Oh, well, enjoy. I hope that, whatever creative endeavor you’re immersed in, yields you as much joy as “ICON” is yielding me. Happy writing. ~GD
“You have no idea what you’re saying. Hubert will crush you like an insignificant insect. He’s got more power than you can even fathom. You fucking owe me, Traci! Don’t you dare fuck me over. I’ve done a lot for you, and deserve more gratitude from you! I am always taking the heat for your immature, outlandish , behavior and I’m sick of it!” he shot back.
“That’s what you’re paid for, Mr. King. You were on the verge of loosing your job before you found me, did you forget?” she asked, sarcastically.
“Forget? How could I ever forget, especially with you constantly reminding me about it. You know something, Traci, the main reason you two don’t get along is because you’re just alike,” he told her, hitting below the belt.
“Right, Traci. Listen at yourself, you are no different. Look at how you treat me. You treat me like I’m a cotton picking slave instead of your manager. When I’m around you, I don’t even feel like a man,” he sneered.
“The way you let that tramp you call a wife demean you all the time is what’s emasculating you. Ivy barks orders at you like you’re her butler, not the hardworking husband who pays all the bill but, then, that’s all you are in her eyes. Someone who pays all the bills, and a pathetic looser she’s obligated to screw out of pity from time-to-time.” she said, vindictively.
“The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, now isn’t it, Mr. Robert King ? Why don’t you tangle with someone on your own level, cabin boy,” she said, condescendingly.
“After all I made happen for you? You ungrateful bitch!” he sneered, fuming in anger.
“Hey, while you’re still on the clock, do one last favor for me. Tell your boss, Hubert Cole, to go fuck himself! ,” she said in a patronizing giggle, hanging up the phone afterwards.
Traci had finally crossed the line. She had spoken to him like crap for the final time. If he was going to loose it all, then so would she. He would work overtime to destroy the star he had created. He was done with being treated like louisiana trash, and vowed to ditch the nice guy image. It seemed as though in order to be treated with respect, he would have to be just as cold and cut throat as everyone else. That old adage, nice guys finished last, was straight truth. It took the harsh words of a mouthy superstar to awaken him from his rose-colored snooze.
“Thanks, bitch!” he said out loud.
“Did you say something, sir?” Jean asked from her desk, which sat just outside his office.
“Yes, I did. Jean, I need you to dig up as much dirt as you can on , Hubert’s boy, Charles Flintroy. I’m getting ready for war, and I need all the fire power I can get,” he told her, in one of the most sinister tones she had heard in awhile.
“I’ m on it, Robert,” she replied with overtones of curiosity. She couldn’t help wondering why he needed the information, but she loved drama, and would wait patiently.
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