Chapter 37 Chevy
Chevy
I eyed both of them.
Something was going on here, and I was missing out on it because I worked for a task master.
“Well?” I pressed.
“Oh, Chevy, please,” Crystal said and waved her hand at me. “Ain’t nothing going on but the rent, child.”
Geneva laughed and raised her wineglass in salute before tipping it to her mouth. I swear her pinky finger was sticking out. Had she become proper overnight? I looked at her waitress uniform, and that reminded me that she hadn’t.
“So tell us what it’s like to work for Anja!” Geneva squealed.
“The Anacooooonda!” Crystal added in a heavy whisper.
I leaned forward in my chair and ran my index finger around the rim of my champagne flute. I wasn’t going to tell them the real deal. I couldn’t, it was too embarrassing. So I proceeded to do what it was I always did. I lied.
“Gurrrrl, it is a dream-come-true job. I mean, I’m making big bucks, and I have this fabulous office with the most fantastic view you could ever hope for. Did I tell you about the gold fixtures in my bathroom?”
“Real gold?” Geneva gasped.
“Real gold, girl. I mean the bathroom itself is gorgeous, marble this and marble that and a Jacuzzi tub.”
“Jacuzzi tub?” Crystal muttered.
“And we have a real dining room—like a restaurant—no grade school cafeteria shit. Tablecloths, bone china, and silk napkins. I’m talking white-glove service!”
Geneva’s eyes popped. “So what about Anja? Is she the bitch everybody says she is?”
“Oh, she’s tough all right—but not with me. She just loves Chevy!”
Crystal screwed up her face and said, “Well, that’s a first.”
“What?” I said defensively.
“Um,” she began as she leaned in and propped her elbows up on the table, “you’ve never had a boss who loved you. In fact, you’ve never had a boss who even liked you, Chevy.”
She wasn’t telling a lie, it was true.
“Well,” I countered, “Anja and I are very much alike.”
“Egotistical and selfish?” Geneva laughed.
“Ooooh, you learned a new word, huh, Geneva?” I barked at her. “No, we are both movers and shakers, and we just don’t take shit, and nothing is wrong with that.”
“Oh,” Crystal responded, “so you’ve been going to a lot of club openings and hip celebrity parties?”
“Oh, yes. And I’m meeting so many people. The other night I was at the press party for Carol’s Daughter. Lisa Price is taking her stores national, you know?”
“Carol’s what? Lisa who?” Geneva piped.
“Carol’s Daughter is the name of the natural skin- and hair-care products Lisa Price created. Her flagship store is in Bed-Stuy,” Crystal informed Geneva. “Hey, aren’t Jada and Will Smith backing her or something?”
“Yep, and they were there too. Will Smith is even better-looking in person!”
“He is fine,” Geneva said, and licked her lips seductively.
“Calm down,” I said to Geneva. “He is too good-looking for the likes of you. But I tell you something, he was watching my booty all night long!” I fell into a fit of laughter.
Well, I had to make it sound good. I couldn’t say that I didn’t get within spitting distance of him. And even if I could have, I wouldn’t have wanted to—not dressed in that friggin’ Anja’s Bitch T-shirt.
“Wow, sounds like you have landed the dream job, Chevy. I’m proud of you,” Crystal said.