“Whose divorce?”
I looked around and leaned into him, lowering my voice. “Ours.”
“Nobody’s getting a fucking divorce, Myome.”
“Which is what I said… but this meeting is probably going to be about our marriage and if it’s even beneficial to the brand anymore.”
“Not that I give a fuck about what they have to say, but the album is doing great and the song I have a credit on specifically is killing the rest in numbers. Add that on top of the fact I handed Radiant Reverie a mothafuckin’ Bino feature on a silver platter off the strength of our marriage, they better keep their asses out of our business.” He held the granola bar back out to me and I took another bite even while I couldn’t help the stupid smile that took over my face. “What?”
“You just want to stay married to me so damn bad.” I wagged my eyebrows and he scoffed.
“Till death.” He pulled me in with one hand and looked down at me. “Do you need me to go with you?”
“No. I’m good. I’m a big girl. I can handle a little bit of pushback from my label.”
“A’ight, but if they fuck with you, Monica’s little post on social media will be the least of their problems.” He lifted the last piece of granola bar. “Eat this.”
I opened my mouth so he could pop it in. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“If you don’t want to touch up your makeup or anything, we’re ready for you!” the host called out.
“Okay.” I nodded as I chewed. “You ready?”
“Yeah. I’m ready.” Berlin lightly tapped me on the ass and we kissed again before we took our seats.
Berlin reached over and set his hand on the back of my seat and we got started. I let him take the lead in the conversation then we jumped into the games. Berlin got more questions right about me than I got about him and we did well with guessing each other’s answers when it came to that section. By the time we finished, I felt better about the day and was ready to take on Radiant Reverie’s meeting.
I was the first of the group to get there but Allison arrived shortly after.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“I’m good,” I said.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Are you really?”
“Yeah. I feel good and press went really well today so I’m counting that as a win.”
“It is a win. The album is doing great so far,” Allison offered. “Three songs are trending right now and despite this morning’s… transgression, it doesn’t look like numbers arefalling. If anything, they’re rising, so I wouldn’t be worried going into this meeting.” Allison set a hand on my shoulder. “Whatever Drix and his team did worked because I can’t even find Monica’s post out there.”
“Yeah. Chandler is good at what she does,” I shifted on my feet. “Things won’t always be this hectic when it comes to me,” I offered.
“Trust me, Myome. I believe you. I didn’t have a single issue with you or your publicity before…” She cleared her throat. “Just be careful, okay? We can spin anything if we try hard enough but… be careful.”
“Yeah, I will. Seriously. Drix is a little rough around the edges, but he cares about me. I’m confident about that.”
“Good.”
We both looked over as the door opened and Retta sauntered in. She pushed her shades to the top of her head and walked over.
“What’s up? Where’s Charm?”
“She’s on her way,” Allison said. “How are you feeling about the album release?”
“Good,” Retta nodded. “I mean, I’d prefer if it wasn’t getting a little bit of flack due to someone’s marriage but our page is getting tagged in a lot of people actively listening which is insane.”
“You could have left the front of that sentence off,” Allison sighed.
“Was it a lie?” Retta snipped.