“Why isn’t she answering?” Janet asks. She dials again and it goes straight to Tracy’s voice mail. The husky toned voice mail says ‘Hi, you know who you reached and you know what to do…Beeep’ “Hi honey, it’s me. The services for Jon are done. It’s a good thing he was cremated
because I wouldn’t want to have gone to one of those stores or whatever and get him a pine box. Plus, me dealing with his family, agh, I don’t even wanna discuss. You know the insurance company is giving me a hard time. They are telling me that his insurance is void. I called my lawyer and left a message. I’m gonna sue the hell out of them. And when I own the insurance company I will make you the CEO….” The voice mail system cut her off. She looks at her phone as if it had made a mistake. She walks around her 2500 square feet Victorian style home and she feels empty as the house does. She goes into her bedroom and she can smell the scent of Jon and suddenly she burst into tears as she lays in the fetal position on the king size Trump Bed Collection.
(Carnival music playing) Tracy and 4 of his friends are enjoying a day at the carnival. Tracy keeps pulling out his phone and pressing ‘end’ to send the calls directly to voice mail. “I got some good news. Jon is making me the CEO of the company”. “So what is really going on? I thought you like girls and now you got this ladies husband,” Cedric says. “I…”Tracy tries to speak. “What are yall talking about? Did I miss something? You got a man? But you had surgery and taking….?” Tamia said and confused about all of the questions. “So….yeah…like Trace is having an affair with this lady, his boss, at his job. Her name is Janet. He is now sleeping or something with her husband. He fake a death and Janet don’t know. He bought the company and now we hear he is making him CEO”, Tina, the big mouth of the group, says. “Umm yeah, what Tina said”, Tracy says. Tamia mouth is wide open in shock and turns to the group and everyone in unison
shakes their heads up and down. “Well, I’m sure there is a very good reason why you decided to do whatever it is you
are doing. And frankly, who are we to judge? Cedric, you are on the down low. Yes that’s right. And Miss Tina, you just, I don’t even wanna go there with you. Don, aren’t you doing your secretary and her husband is your right hand man at the office. So anyway…..” Tamia says while getting cut off by the group. “AND YOU’RE A CLOSET REPUBLICAN FREAK!!” everyone yells. Tina looks around and everyone starts to laugh. They stand in line for rides and enjoy the rest of their outing. She walks into the office with her heels damn near cracking the limestone tile. “Good morning people. How’s everyone doing today?” she says pleasantly. She walks over to Tracys’ desk and takes a moment to stare and walks into her office. Three weeks ago she applied for the CEO position at Unigrow and an announcement of
the position is coming up at the end of the week. She is so excited and confident that she is a shoe-in. She has her credentials and she is free of Jon and has her boy-toy Tracy. Nothing is gonna spoil her week. She dials Tracy extension. “Did you get my message?” “I got it this morning. My phone wasn’t charged up last night”. “Oh, so how was the carnival?” “Oh, we had a ball. We…..” Janet cuts Tracy off, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m glad you had a good time. You needed that time with your fiends because you are gonna be the supervisor and that’s a real busy job. Now don’t tell anyone but an announcement will be made at the end of the week of the new CEO since that bitch Ronda left. I applied for the job and with my swag and credentials I know I got it. So I will make my favorite person a supervisor and we are gonna run this bitch. Tracy, I know I don’t tell you often but I appreciate you and I don’t know how I would have made it through this ordeal without you. Alright my other line is ringing so get to work.”
“Hello, Janet. This is Carla. I heard about Jon and wanna give you my
condolences.” “Well, why would you wait till after the services? You are the only sister I got. You could have brought your fat ass down here and gave me a hand. I called and you just ignored my calls. I hope Robert don’t have a heart attack and die and you call me for help. You can just loose my number, Krispie Kreme!” Janet yells and slams the phone
down. She looks up and Tracy is standing in her doorway. Tracy is disgusted at the way she talked to her sister and had a breaking point.
“Janet, I need the rest of the week off”. “I have some important business I have to attend too”. “Your business is here with me. You attend too me. And I can’t even believe this
conversation is going on this long. Get out of my office!” Janet says already highly irritated. “You know what Janet? I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take this ‘you think you are
God’ attitude anymore. I’m not your damn child and this will be the last time you talk to me like this. Who the fuck do you think I am? Jon?! Bitch my name is Tracy and I’m to old to have some miserable, non-coping, wannabe power strung, worn out bitch treat me like a fuck’n 13 year old. Now that Jon is dead you’ll probably be alone for the
rest of your life and that I’m sure of. Nobody likes you, you have no friends and from what it sounds like your sister will really be leave’n your ass alone and I’m sure Jon is having a party in his grave now that he doesn’t have to hear your ugly, irritating ass voice anymore and deal with your fucked up ass attitude. You don’t deserve condolences, you should be thanked for putting that man out of his misery, and he needed the condolences for having to deal with your bullshit for all these years. It’s funny to me you think you deserve to be a CEO, BITCH PLEASE! The way your going nothing good is gonna happen for you, you don’t deserve it, you didn’t deserve Jon and DAMN! sho don’t muthafuckn deserve ME!. It’s really fuck’d up that Jon got stuck with your shoe on his foot, because you are a real BITCH! And bitches like you always go down in fuck’n flames, you just wait and this isn’t a threat it’s a muthafuckin promise, hoe.”Tracy says. Janet is burgundy and for the first time at a lost for words. Veins are sticking out from her forehead and on the verge of bursting. The customer service reps are all peaking over their cubical walls and in shock and the calls are ringing off the hook. The office seemed to be in chaos. Tracy walks out of Janet’s office sad and relived. Janet sits and rage took her over. She gets out of her chair and storms to Tracy’s desk with trembling legs she can barely walk in her Prada heels. “Where is it?” Janet says. “He left”, Lauren (Janet’s assistant) answers. “That freak is dead to me”, Janet says to herself. She walks back towards her office and yells, “BACK TO WORK!!”
Stacy walks back to her apartment building and she sees familiar objects laid out on
the sidewalk. She tries her keys and they failed her. She starts to panic. She runs to a payphone to call Paul and gets his voice mail. She dials The Boss and he fills her in on the news that Paul was killed in the plane crash and Itt is doing fine, he is just suffering a concussion and he is in the hospital in Minnesota. She goes back to the apartment building and tries to gather as much of her clothes that will fit in the trash bag she found in an alley on her way back. She is not scared because she knows that The Boss is not gonna let her and Itt live on the streets. She waits on the stairs of the building waiting on The Boss knowing he would have someone pick her up and she would have a new apartment in no time. No one ever showed up and day turns into night as the cold air hits her face tears begin to travel down her cheeks. 19 year old Stacy had left the girls home. The staff had a bittersweet feeling about her leaving. She was all trouble but they loved Itt. They knew that he was a special child and was sad to see him go. Stacy had told everyone that she had a boyfriend and was moving in with him. She had stayed at the home long enough and was tired of the restrictions and rules. When she knocked on the door of the boyfriends apartment a young girl answered ‘can I help you suga’ Stacy stood in front of the girl and look pass
her and seen her boyfriend with two other young girls. They were kissing and laughing and Stacy had a look of agony on her face. He had promised that once she leaves the home she and Itt could come and stay with him, this guy that she gave herself too and had fallen deeply in love with. She hurried down the stairs and stood with her son in the streets and a Town Car with tinted windows pulled up. She looks but can not see who is in the back seat as the windows rolled only partly down. Stacy looks around to see if this person was talking to her. “Yeah, you get in. You want that boy to freeze?” Stacy grabs 6 year old Itt’s hand and gets inside the car. Once inside there is a man that looks familiar but she can’t quite place his face. "Why are you helping me?" “Well, a young lady shouldn’t be standing on the street with a 6 year old”. “How did you know he was 6?” “Because, he is my son”, The Boss said. Stacy grabs the handle of the door and suddenly it locks. She grabs Itt and puts him on her lap. “What are you gonna do to us?” scared Stacy asks. “Relax, Stacy. I’m not gonna hurt you. That facility you have been staying in isn’t
free. Who do you think owns it? I have been caring for you and my son this whole time. Look. I’m sorry about your mom, but business is business. Yeah, I’m not particularly proud the way I handle things, but hey, it is what it is”. He pulls out a needle and sticks it in her arm. She jerks her arm back. “What did you just do?” Cries Stacy. “Aw, don’t worry (she barely makes out what he says) it will make you feel
good. Don’t you feel good, Stacy?” She shakes her head up and down and her arm releases Itt. She starts to feel light and her problems diappear. She looks at The Boss and asks, "Who are you?" “My name is Charles Roman the Third, also known as the father of that boy”. Itt looks at him. “I’m hungry”. “What do you like to eat, son?” “Driver, pull into that McDonalds!” The Boss demanded. Stacy wakes up in a, fully decorated, classic New York brownstone. She is in a bit of pain and don’t understand why she is feeling this strange urge. She remembers Charles, the man that raped her, and him sticking her with a needle. Itt stands over his mother while she lies on the couch. “What?” Stacy says with irritation. Stacy puts her hand on Itt’s face and pushed him to the side. She starts to mumble to herself ‘did he leave a number’ she is checking her pockets and finds a number and a cell phone. She dials. “What did you give me?” Stacy asks.
C0-written
Jermaine Ryan Moore.
