Liza’s vision blurred and she bit the inside of her jaw so hard she could taste the metallic tang of blood. Without a word, she threw her cup of lukewarm coffee in his face. She gathered up the paperwork and pushed her way out of the coffee shop before the tears fell.

DATU

This will be my last live post for a while here on my personal account, everyone. I’ve decided to take a little social media break. By now you’ve all heard the news that I’ve lost the station. I tried, y’all. I worked myself to the bone, and I really tried. Netherfield was a loss. I was fooled by a scammer. My platform is gone.

I will rise from the ashes. I just don’t know how yet.

Aww, thank you, @TuffGrrl56, I will keep my head up. Next time you all see me, I’ll have a new perspective. I just can’t give you hope right now if I am having trouble feeling it myself. Peace for now, hotties!

LeDeya took off to New Jersey without so much as a word to Liza. That was hurtful. It wasn’t like they were as close as her and Janae, but they were still sisters.

“. . . And when you’re traveling, you should leave things in order,” Liza said.

“It’s rude. But what do you expect? It’s Deya,” Janae said. They were video chatting, and Liza let Janae critique her hair and outfit while she spoke.

Liza pulled at her hair, and Janae winced. “Not that ponytail; try something sleek.”

“Ouch,” Liza complained as she pulled the fluffy Afro ponytail off with the bobby pins still attached.

“I told you to flat iron that stuff,” Janae admonished her. Liza slicked back her hair in a sleek ponytail, attaching an EZ long yaki ponytail to her head. Next, she put a hairpiece in the front for a straight full bang. Liza stepped back so her sister could see the whole look on her phone screen.

“You look gorgeous,” Janae said. “But try a different ponytail.”

“Thank you for letting me borrow this bandage dress.” Liza rummaged through a plastic bin of hair and accessories.

“What can I do with it all the way in New York? You can have it, actually. I’ve put on a few pounds since that dress, and it’s downright indecent on me now.”

“Are you loving New York?”

“I am! It was such a necessary step just going to the interviews,” Janae said.

“I know you’ve been talking to David,” Liza said.

Janae sighed. “I know you’ve seen his post, Liza.” Janae and David were both posting deep quotes and pictures of their hands encircled. They were back on and obviously serious, and Janae seemed hopeful again.