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imposing mahogany structure, she took one finger and depressed the hang-up button on his phone.  Stunned, he slowly lowered the handset back into its cradle, looking at her questioningly.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, denying him the chance.
    “Why the fuck did your precious wife call me while I was away, and just how the hell did she get my number, Blake?” she demanded, unleashing the pent-up fury that had been building within her for the last several days.
    Blake shrugged, nonplussed. “Constance called you?” he was more than surprised. “When?”
    “A few days ago,” Ceri fired back. “She was drunk and said that I “wasn’t going to get away with whatever I was up to,” now what do you make of that?” she challenged, trying to press him into admitting that he’d told his wife about their dalliance.  Blake merely shrugged again.
    “I have no idea,” he responded mildly.  “Are you up to something?” he joked, inciting her ire even further.
    “Let me just tell you something, Mr. Blake Hamilton.  You are my boss, that’s it and that’s all there’ll ever be between us, you got that?” Blake studied her, recognizing the rhetorical nature of her question, and allowed her to continue to vent. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and your psycho-stalker wife and I don’t want to know, but what I do know is this, I REFUSE to be a part of your little drama, so whatever sad little poor-rich-white-girl issues she has stuck up her ass need to just stay there and both of you stay the hell away from me!” she fumed, breathing hard in her fury.  Having had her say, she glared at Blake across the desk one last time before flicking her hair back over her shoulder and heading for the door.
    “Cerise,” he called after her mildly.  She turned slowly, eyebrow raised, daring him to say something. “We have a meeting in the morning with…”  She cut him off, interrupting in mid-sentence.
    “I’m aware of the meeting that we have with Sugar, I called it,” she responded icily. “I’ll be there.”  She stared him down for a moment and turned to go, slamming the door on purpose.  Once out of his sight, Cerise smiled with satisfaction.  She had put the philanderer in his place and let him know precisely where he stood with her.  Once again, she had the upper hand, a position she relished.  Tomorrow was a new day.  The meeting with Sugar Matteson was to discuss starting a new album and promoting it with a worldwide tour.  Sugar was one of the feathers in her cap and was poised to become a superstar.  With his rise to fame, she gained more credibility in the business, which would take her farther than her mother’s name had.  Her plan was coming together, and it was only a matter of time before Black Vinyl Records fell squarely into her hands, ending the Hamilton dynasty.

Chapter 8
    Blake Hamilton drummed his fingers on the top of his massive mahogany desk.  The CEO of Black Vinyl Records was furious, but the only clue that gave him away was the occasional twitch of his jaw muscles.
    Cerise Preston peered over the top of her rhinestone-rimmed reading glasses, pinning BVR’s fastest rising star, a young Mr. James “Sugar” Matteson to his chair with an icy stare.
    “Are you trying to tell me that you’re not going to sign the new contract, James?” she demanded coolly, arching an eyebrow in utter disbelief.  Cerise may have been tiny, barely 5’7” even with the assistance of her red-bottomed Louboutin pumps, but when it came to the music business, she was a force to be reckoned with.  The young R&B singer squirmed in his chair, hitching at the shoulders of his shirt and not lifting his eyes from the unsigned contract in front of him.
    “It’s just like, you know…I’m goin’ out and doin’ all the gigs, and signin’ autographs and stuff, and it seems like I should be gettin’ a bigger cut of the money, you know?” the uncomfortable young man