The Publicist

Not My Type

JAZMINE P.O.V. -

I rode the elevator up to the 8th floor where my office was. As I walked through the double glass doors, DJ gave me the stank face look. Nostrils flaring, cheeks up. Something was going on.

"I already know it's a problem, what is it." I asked him as I sat my briefcase and coffee on his desk to take off my jacket.

"Keyshia Cole baby brother is in your office."

"Keyshia Cole baby brother?" I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

DJ turned around toward my office. I followed his direction with my eyes and saw August through the glass.

I bursted into laughter.

"That nigga makes me sick to my stomach. He's rude as fuck. I almost cussed his ass out until I realized he had them hands. And my face too pretty to be bruised."

"Why you call him Keyshia Cole baby brother tho?" I laughed.

"Cause they both ratchet and ghetto with no tact."

"I thought you liked hood dudes?"

"Bitch, you thought wrong. I like sophisticated men. I.E. - Tremaine Aldon Neverson."

"Goodbye DJ." I grabbed my coffee and briefcase and walked toward my office.

"Good luck. Tell baby Mayweather I said hey!" DJ yelled.

I walked into my office to see August sitting in the chair across from my desk on his phone. He looked up when I came in.

"You need to check homie at the front desk. He was hella rude." He adjusted his snapback.

"And I take it you have never been rude." I put my coat on the back of the door and went to sit at my desk.

"That was at my crib. This is place of business."

"Okay." I said sarcastically and pulled out my laptop.

"Why are you here?" I said turning it on.

"D said come here and at least hear what you got to say."

"I said all I needed to say yesterday."

He was silent for a moment, running his hand down his beard.

"I'm not gon beg you to help me."

"To begin with you never asked."

"I'm not doing this. You either gon help me or you not."

"I"ll pass." I took a sip of my coffee.

"Bitch." He mumbled then got up.

"Excuse you?" I stood up.

"You heard me. That's exactly what you acting like."

"Get out." I pointed toward the door.

"I'll gladly leave this motherfucker." He rushed out.

He was really starting to be exactly who the media made him out to be. A total jack ass. I hoped Karma came and gobbled his skinny ass right up.

"What I tell you." DJ came to my door.

"I'm just too done."

I heard arguing and me and DJ looked at each other.

D and August appeared at my door.
"Jazmine please forgive him. He's just angry because of all this."

"I don't need you speaking for me." He told D.

"Girl I'm gone." DJ left out the door, rolling his eyes at august.